#steve fox x reader

[cuddlyscribe]

Hello! I hope you don't mind but may I request fem or gn dating headcanons (sfw & nsfw) of Hwoarang, Steve Fox, and Forest Law from Tekken please? - 🌱

🌱 anon??? you are speaking my language!! some of my fave tekken characters here and so underrated! hope you enjoy! ❤️

[TEKKEN MASTERLIST]

sfw

Dating Steve Fox is very similar to what it would be like to date a celebrity. He's been in more than his fair share of Iron Fist tournaments, and was well known for being a boxing prodigy well before that.

You get to enjoy all the trappings of dating a famous athlete, all of which is enhanced by the fact that Steve just naturally wants to spoil you rotten.

And if you knew Steve before he became a boxing champion, you know that that's always how he's been; doesn't matter if he had two million dollars or two dollars, he is treating you like a queen.

Plus he's just such a gentleman. You will have people turning heads with the way he treats you.

Steve will literally carry you over a puddle because he doesn't want you to worry about messing up your shoes, or encourage you to talk about things you're passionate about in public so he can show off to other people how amazing you are.

If you want a man that's gonna be obsessed with you and everything you do, Steve is the one you want.

nsfw

Despite how intimidating he might look on the outside to everyone else, Steve is such the ultimate softie. Like the kind to pour his soul out to you while he's hitting it from the back.

It might be an unpopular opinion, but I think Steve is a bit of a sub. And if not a full-blown one, then at the very least he's got to be a switch.

Steve has been on his own for most of his life and hasn't ever gotten the chance to fully relinquish himself to anyone, to let himself release his control and his fear.

Being submissive with you means not being afraid anymore, and he trusts you so much to show such a side of himself.

He also is a NOISY guy... Like all my people that love a man that moans in their ear? Steve does that and then some.

Steve is also the master of begging; good luck holding out for even a fraction of a second against this hunk of a man on his hands and knees, desperate to taste you at any cost.

sfw

Arrogant, snarky Hwoarang. The bastard is irresistible, really, once you really get to know him. Chances are you'll hate each other before that happens, though.

He loves to annoy you with his constant flirting, always standing just close enough to watch you squirm and blush. And being as tall and broad-shouldered as he is, he figures it's easy to get you flustered.

For my friends that are masters of banter, you're in luck. Hwoarang can take as much as he gives, so go all out. He loves seeing you get fired up, especially if it's directed at him.

When you're dating, Hwoarang just soaks up your attention. When you're talking to him, spending time with him, he simply cannot get enough of it. It's like an addiction.

Expect him to get a bit pouty if he's not the center of your attention for a bit. He won't be toxic about it, of course, but he will give you puppy dog eyes for as long as you can stand it, which he bets will not be long at all.

nsfw

Hwoarang being cocky translates perfectly to the bedroom. The man is a dom through and through and he loves it. But particularly being the caring, loving dom that emphasizes aftercare.

He will fuck you for hours and hours, until you feel like your legs are jelly and your thighs burn, and Hwoarang will have energy to spare. What with his kind of stamina and enthusiasm, he knows you're sure to be tuckered out.

Let this man pull your hair because you will love what he does. It's a gentle but firm tug, one that burns ever so slightly but adds an extra layer of feeling. It will have your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

He also loves giving you the illusion of control. You can ride him and let him eat you out, boss him around even, but Hwoarang knows that he can instantly be the one in charge because he knows your weaknesses so well.

But cleanup, getting water, all the kisses and cuddles, Hwoarang has got it covered. He knows he can be rough, and the least he can do is take care of you with all his heart afterwards.

sfw

The polar opposite of the initial Hwoarang Experience™️, getting to know Forest Law is literally the most pleasant experience ever.

He is very energetic and friendly, and when he sees you for the first time (and falls head over heels) he doesn't hesitate to come up to you and introduce himself. Please prepare for his attempts at impressing you.

And dating him is just as exciting and wholesome. Like you can imagine the kinds of crazy adventures you two get up to; it's never a dull moment in the Law house.

It's also a must that you know his dad. Forest and Marshall are super close and train together a lot, so chances are you will see his father a ton. But don't worry, as long as you treat his son right then he will be a big fan of you.

Forest is not very rich and thus doesn't have the means to take you on fancy dates. But that doesn't matter much; it's the thought that counts!

His favorite places to take you are on long walks in the city at night to admire the lights and people watch. Then afterwards you can watch him beat up street criminals and get ice cream after.

nsfw

Forest is extremely gentle, perhaps to an extreme. Because he's so ripped and possesses the ability to break nearly any solid object in half, the last thing he wants to do is hurt you.

Now he won't treat you like a glass figurine or anything, but he naturally just wants to not be aggressive or rough. It's kind of just how he is.

This man will fuck you slow and with so much feeling behind every little movement. And being as enormous as he is, he will make sure you can take every inch of his cock comfortably before he starts to move.

Will shower you with pet names and chant your name over and over because you make him feeling incredible. Like this man adores you so much and you are his world! He can't fathom how he got so lucky.

Forest also just loves when you tell him how good he's making you feel. That way he can just make you cum over and over again, which is quite possibly what heaven would look like for him.

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[bihanspookies]

BESTIE I GOTTA KNOW: how would jin, steve, and hwoarang cater to their partner when they’re sick?

The first Steve fic 🫶

I GOTCHU BESTIE

Jin:

• I think Jin would be the most cautious in terms of making sure you keep your germs to yourself, because he has a weak immune system. Like he’ll wear a mask around you, disinfect whatever you touch, be on top of you taking your medicine and vitamins.

• Will make homemade soup, probably a recipe Jun used to make when he was younger and whenever he got sick.

• He’s not overbearing but he will check on you here and there to make sure you’re okay and if you need anything.

• Don’t even bother trying to ask for a kiss because he will not give in. No matter how much he misses the feel of your lips on his.

• Probably sleeps on the couch too.

“Jin come on, I’m just dealing with the cough now. Surely you can give me just one kiss—“

“No. Now take your medicine.”

You rolled your eyes, groaning and downing the last of your soup before taking the small plastic cup from his hand. You grimaced, the dark red liquid swirling around before you down it. You make a small sound of disgust as it glides down your throat before handing it back to him along with your bowl of soup.

Jin gives a hum of appreciation, taking the bowl and cup before walking away and returning a few moments later.

He stands at the side of your bed, mask still in place.

“Is there anything else I can get you?” You shake your head but hesitantly reach out to clutch onto the bottom of his shirt.

“A kiss? Please.”

Jin sighs, but you can see the way the corners of his eyes faintly crinkle in. He leans down and kisses your temple through the mask, the warmth of his lips just barely seeping through the material and onto your skin.

“Get some rest.”

Bonus but I think if Jin were the sick one he would be way less cautious lmao. Insisting that he’s fine and just needs to work it off.

Steve:

• I don’t think he would take the same level of precaution as Jin but he would still do his best to properly take care of you. Like he’ll sleep in the same bed as you after one or two days into you being sick.

• Will buy you soup instead of making it. It’s not that he can’t cook but he’s just used to making really healthy meals for himself and he knows you need more than just boiled chicken with some broth. He’ll make sure to get the most hearty soup and even have a bowl with you while you sit and watch tv.

• Will make sure you get rest but also I feel like he’d tell you you probably have to sweat it out so he may or may not have you do a mini workout with him.

• 100% massages your achy body, probably uses some really good scented lotion as well.

• He’ll kiss your head but honestly I think if you beg hard enough, he might just give in and give you a quick peck on the lips. I think he’d have a really good immune system.

“Lovely day outside, maybe we can go for a walk?” Steve spoon feeds you the last little bits of your soup, a small smile on his lips as he sees the way you light up.

“Yeah?”

He nods, handing you a napkin for your mouth.

“Some fresh air will do you some good, love. Been too cooped up in here.”

You nod in agreement, taking a moment to sip your water. You finish the last of your soup and he places it on the side before bringing a hand to your forehead. He hums softly in thought, flipping his hand over to make sure you’re okay to step out.

“S’bit chilly, so let’s bring a jacket just in case okay?”

You give him a smile of appreciation and he returns it, standing up and kissing the top of your head. He goes to your closet to grab a jacket for you, unzipping it and laying it across your bed when he goes back.

“Thanks for taking care of me.” You hum, taking the covers off and shifting your legs over the side of the bed. Steve grins at you, extending a hand to help you up.

“Always, sweetheart.”

Hwoarang:

• Clowns you for getting sick in the first place. He told you not to run out in the rain but did you listen? Of course not.

• He’ll take good care of you but not without teasing you in the beginning.

• Cooks for you, brings you tea, pulls out the heated blanket, loads of tissues. He’ll give you the perfect treatment but at the cost of being made fun of (lovingly of course).

• He’ll sleep in the same bed but with a pillow barrier between you two.

• Absolutely refuses to kiss you, gives you air kisses instead. His immune system isn’t weak but isn’t particularly strong either. He’s right in between Steve and Jin.

“Here’s a rag for your snot. So you stop using tissues.”

Hwoarang tosses you a black rag, you catching it with ease. Just in time because you felt a sneeze coming on and held the rag up to your nose. Hwoarang gives you a small pitiful look, walking up to you and touching your forehead.

“How you feeling?” You sniff, barely able to get air through your nostrils.

“Shitty. Can you make me soup?”

He nods, looking over your body and taking in your disheveled state.

“Next time listen to me when I say don’t go out in the rain.” He lightly flicks at your forehead, rubbing over the spot with his fingertips right after. You groan and roll your eyes, flopping back onto the bed as he walks away to start your soup.

“Next time don’t go out in the rain.” You mock under your breath, searching for the t.v remote.

“I heard that!!”

#jin kazama x reader #Steve Fox x reader #hwoarang x reader #jin kazama #steve fox #hwoarang #tekken #asks #my writings

[iris-of-bliss]

𝕋𝕚𝕖 𝕄𝕖 𝕌𝕡 [𝟙𝟠+]

Summary: You and two notable fighters take a vacation together at a luxury hotel. Long beforehand, you talk to one of them about secrets you have in mind for the bedroom. He was more than happy to make this fantasy real.

Pairing(s): Hwoarang/F!Reader/Steve Fox

Warning(s): Smut, Foreplay, Shibari, Teasing, Groping, Cunnilingus, Double Penetration

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: The longest one-shot fic I have written so far, and it features Hwoarang and Steve together! This will be a lengthy one, so have fun reading ❤︎

Sitting around at the bar was already becoming tiresome. You, Steve, and Hwoarang were still waiting for food to be sent out. Sure, the place had been busy, but that was never an excuse for the employees to not acknowledge your presence. Was it that they had forgotten your order? It could be possible. Whatever the reason, this got Hwoarang fed up. The British boxer lays back while holding you in your napping form. He twiddles your hair as he taps his foot on the floor.

“What the hell is taking them so long?” the redhead takes a sip of his almost empty beverage, “I swear we’ve ordered two hours ago…”

Steve shook his head, “You think we should head out? We can just order somethin’ else from the hotel-“

“Ah, finally, it’s here!”

The assigned waitress arrives with your meal on both trays. She carefully places each dish, one at a time, for each of you. The boxer wakes you up, and the sight of food immediately catches your attention. The orders seemed fine with the exception of Steve’s, his face puzzled by the food looking slightly different from what he originally asked for.

“I hope you enjoy our meals!” the waitress smiles before walking back to the kitchen window for more orders.

You take a bite of your order first before your brows furrow. It tasted off thanks to how cold it is. Either it sat by the window too long, or the food wasn’t cooked long enough. You voiced your concern, “My food tastes a bit cold. What about yours?”

Hwoa drops his knife and fork on the plate in disappointment, “Seems you and I share the same fate.”

As soon as the redhead noticed the waitress pacing towards elsewhere, he quickly stood up and slammed his fist on the table, “Hey! We’ve got some problems over here!”

His action was able to catch everyone’s undivided attention. The poor woman’s face is filled with embarrassment and guilt as she approaches your booth. You sit up for her attention, with Steve leaning forward. You can tell that she has been stressed during her shift so far. It was hard to imagine what working as a server would be like. This is one of the busier instances, so of course it can put someone under a tough challenge.

“Is there a problem with anything?” she asks in an anxious tone.

The martial artist sits back down with arms crossed, his voice sounding irritated, “Well of course we do, miss. I don’t wanna have to cause a ruckus after waiting so long, do I?”

“Hey, hey, take it easy, guv. I’m sure she’s under some stress at the moment,” Steve interrupts his friendly rival. He could tell from her current state that the bar was filled with a bunch of guests. He’d rather talk things out smoothly than just rush it in like Hwoarang.

“Now, both (Y/N)’s and Hwoarang’s food weren’t cooked enough, and you’ve gotten yourself mixed up with my dish. I believe I ordered a grilled salmon, not the chicken variety.”

You can see a glint of sweat run down the side of her face, “I-I apologize, sir. It’s just that there’s been so much going on during our shifts. If you would still like to have the order, I can let them know. It would still take a while though-“

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Hwoarang groaned and shook his head, “You expect us to wait two more hours after that?”

The four of you suddenly hear a customer shout, “Hey! That wasn’t my chicken you served, was it!?”

Steve sighed, “C’mon, you two. I’m sure it’s best that we leave.”

The three of you got up from the booth, with you and Hwoarang walking away first. Fox approached the waitress and placed a hundred dollars on the table along with a generous tip. The amount is more than enough to give. He was, of course, disappointed with how the service went, but at the same time felt bad for the person trying to do her job. You never expected such a busy crowd on a regular business day at the bar.

“Don’t beat yourself up over it, and be careful next time,” the pro boxer reassures her, “And keep the change, will ya?”

After a silent drive back to the hotel, the three of you enter the designated room slightly tired. The redhead plopped on one of the beds on his back while you and Steve sat down on the other. The only thing you guys can think of is just ordering dinner and relaxing for a bit before it was time to go to sleep. Rest assured that the kitchens here are still operating. You pull out the menu from the nightstand to look over some options. There were choices you originally ordered from the bar. No need to worry about purchasing drinks since you already have plenty in the mini fridge.

“There’s some food here we found from the bar if you’re still up for it,” you remind the boys.

Steve looks over at the menu whilst adjusting his shirt. Hwoarang turns on his stomach with his arms crossed.

“They serve similar stuff, huh? Not too bad,” the martial artist chuckled.

“How about you settle down as I order for us?” Steve lends a hand for the menu before you give it to him, “These guys shouldn’t have to take long this time.”

“You sure about that?”

The redhead sits up to remove the top of his dobok to toss on the bed. He couldn’t even bother moving anywhere else at the moment to just lie down a bit. The awaitted taste of sweet seasoning will soon touch his tastebuds.

“After dinner, I’m taking this whole bed for myself,” Hwoa grabs a pillow while staring at the ceiling.

 

—

 

“Oh, (Y/N),” you hear a familiar voice in your sleep, “Wake up, sleeping beauty.”

Your eyes slowly wake up, only to be presented with a sly-faced Hwoarang. He sat there next to you on the edge of the bed, stroking your hip with his hand. You end up grabbing it as he returns the contact. There wasn’t much sunlight through the window since the skies remain cloudy for now, but it was for sure morning. You noticed that Steve was missing. He was probably out for his gym routine.

You were curious enough to ask, “Where did Steve, go? Did he have to leave for something?”

“Nah, he’s just busy in the gym,” the martial artist answered.

“Then what are you doing here?”

Hwoarang chuckles, “Remember that conversation we had? The one about shibari?”

Well, that completely came out of left field. You never expected him to bring that up now of all times. The secret interest you had for a while before sharing it with a naughty person like him. It was revealed after you and Hwoa first slept together. He wasn’t afraid to ask about those dirty things you’d love trying out. He couldn’t wait to tell his friend about this little arrangement.

“Uh, yeah?” you respond while feeling your face begin to blush, “What about it?”

Your boyfriend towers over you and lightly traces his finger up your torso. It stops at your breast before making circles around your nipple to harden. The sensitive touch made you whimper for more and grip the bedsheets. Hwoarang smirks at your obvious reaction. He leans in your ear whispering, “Is this how you’d like for me and Steve to touch you, hm?”

“Y-yes,” you pant as you bit your lip.

“What about this?”

The redhead brought his working hand to your jaw, turning your head to the side. He leans forward and gives sultry kisses on your exposed neck, followed by some small nip marks. The feeling of his teeth sinking into your skin makes your desire even more euphoric. His breath touching your skin, it made the moment better. Fuck, it felt so good. The thought of being restrained while two muscular men touch all over you. Good god. You needed both of them to make you feel fulfilled.

“Mm…Hwoarang,” you tried hard to hold back your moaning, “Please, when will Steve come back? How much rope do you have?”

“Oh he should come back soon from now,” the redhead happily replied, “And I’ve got plenty of rope with me.”

 

—

 

Steve walked his way back to the hotel entrance. The gymnasium wasn’t too far from his destination due to the building being pretty close. Still clueless as to why the hotel he was staying in lacked a gym, Fox didn’t mind it much. He abruptly sees his Taekwondo friend in the distance walking toward him.

“Hwoarang! What are you doing out!?” the boxer shouted.

As the two fighters approached closer, Hwoa patted Steve’s shoulder, “I’ve been waiting for you. You arrived just in time.”

Steve notices a smirk on his rival’s face. It seemed as if he had a trick up his sleeve, or that he wanted to spar with him. What could this guy be up to?

“What’s with that look on your face, mate? You’ve got something to hide?” the boxer questions his intentions.

"Oh, you’ll find out, my friend,” Hwoa swings an arm around Steve’s shoulders, “It’ll be worth it.”

Both friends enter the hotel chatting about this so-called “surprise" in store during the walk to their destination. Fox would have never guessed that you loved to get tied up during sex. He hasn’t even been informed about your kinks yet. You also slept with him before, as he had feelings for you. He didn’t mind sharing you with the martial artist. You only wanted to remain with them. Besides their rivalry in fighting, they always wondered which was the better lover. Steve Fox is rather gentle and passionate for the most part, while Hwoarang teases and takes charge in bed. It was a competition for them, but you thought otherwise.

They both finally make it to their room. Hwoa holds onto the handle with the keycard in his possession. He turns to his rival with a smirk, looking forward to his reaction.

“Ready to be enamored, Steve?”

The British boxer raises a brow until Hwoarang opens the door. His eyes staggered after he walked inside. You were left on your knees on the mattress, tied up with thick red rope surrounding yourself. A silk blindfold covers your eyes, restricting you to only hearing within the room. You slightly turn your head back at the boys. Butterflies messed with your stomach as you bit into your lip.

“S-Steve? Hwoarang?” you announce their names at a quiet volume. Steve walks to the bed as his eyes are glued to your body. The redhead locked the door and paced next to him. He rests his hands on his waist, feeling proud of the work he’s done to you.

“So, what do you think?” He questioned with a plastered smirk.

Fox rubs the back of his neck blushing, “Uh, what’s this we got goin’ on?”

Hwoarang chuckles at Steve, “I pretty much gave her the shibari treatment.”

“Shibari?”

The redhead rolls his eyes, “Japanese bondage.”

“Oh…”

Hwoarang begins to strip off his attire, tossing it away on the floor. He kept going until he stopped at his boxers and motioned himself to the bed in front of you. From your perspective, you can feel a pair of hands encircle your waist. It had to be Hwoa due to his eagerness. The sound of clothes being removed caught your attention as well.

“Hm? You want to join us or what?” he asked raising a brow.

Steve snapped out of his trance, “Oh, sure. Just give me a sec.”

He pulls off his boxing shoes and tosses his shirt before climbing behind you. Scooting close, it was his turn to grab your waist. Hwoarang trails his hands up to your breasts. The two men made you feel so warm from in between. The mastermind began with a firm squeeze to your bosoms. Both of his thumbs tease your already hardened nipples, successfully receiving another shaky whimper. Steve watches your body react and creates a trail of kisses from your shoulder to the base of your neck. A growing heat swiftly appears on your face. Your breathing has gotten heavier.

“You’re gonna do good for us, dove?” the pro boxer whispers before tugging at your earlobe with his teeth.

Your voice shudders, “Mm, uh huh!”

“Shhh…”

Steve shushes you and ends up covering your mouth with his hand. He gives a few more kisses to your neck, along with a tasteful lick of the skin. Hwoarang chuckles before shuffling a bit, inching himself down to your chest. You can sense his breath touching your skin. His lips inch close to your left nipple, and he licks with the tip of his tongue. A sharp gasp emanates through your breaths followed by a moan. The tongue circles around the areola until Hwoa clenches the bud to suck harshly. He pinches and pulls at the other nipple. You struggle in the restraints with pleasure. No matter how much you did so, it was impossible to escape the rope with two of your boyfriends surrounding you. They would try their damnedest to play around and tease, unless you cum at the end. Hell, they might try another attempt at making you scream their names.

“You’ve got me intrigued, sweetheart. I’ve been thinking about you in the gym,” Fox murmurs and kisses the shell of your ear, “Should have enough stamina to fuck you.”

You mewl in his hand and felt his other slide down your pussy. He rubs against your slick before eventually finding your clit. Your back arched while your sex was getting handled. Steve could tell that you became wet when his fingers went deep. You throb around the digits and kept crying in his hand. Good thing it was still covered just in case there were neighbors around.

“Wet already, huh?”

Hwoarang groans and pulls off with a pop, “Seems like she wants more from us. Such a naughty girl you are.”

He tugs your nipple once more, then scoots down onto his knees to face your cunt. Your legs were still restrained from moving, so Hwoarang loosens the rope for you. It was a bit of a hassle for a second, but he manages to get it. He quickly elevates your legs over his broad shoulders, prepared to savor the treat before him. He licks his lips and looks up at you, the redness covering your cheeks. Steve was too busy kissing all over your skin.

“Hey, blondie. Do me a favor and hold onto her, will ya?” Hwoa grabs his attention. The boxer releases your mouth to embrace you, whilst Hwoarang holds both legs and produces light licks to your opening. Sinful mewls were the only sounds you could make after a tease like that. This led the martial artist to keep going with some licks to your clit. Steve shushes you again, all the while bringing one of his hands to knead your breast. His fingers then pinch and pull your abused bit of sensitive skin. The kisses of fervor mixed with craved lapping drove you crazy. Your body continued to squirm between them, and it made the session more fun. The intense excitement erupting from within you was unable to hide itself.

“Mm, you taste so good, (Y/N),” Hwoarang hums from the flavor before attempting to slide his whole tongue inside your walls. Your body jerked up, followed by a hollered moan. His warm tongue mixes its saliva with your running fluid. It curls around your walls until it finds your weak spot. Hwoa teases the area endlessly as many times as you cry out for him. You felt his tongue thrust inside while the tip of his nose was messing with your clit. Hwoa kept sliding out and forcing himself back in, creating the same motions. You gasp for air in between breaths. Because you were beginning to make even louder noises, Steve brought you to his lips and placed tender kisses. He slips his tongue in your mouth to exchange saliva. There wasn’t a single hint of anything, just plain spit. That didn’t turn you down, though. Steve broke the kiss and abused your nipple again.

“You’re doing great, dove,” he compliments you and lands a smooch on your cheek, “Don’t hold back.”

“Ah! Fuck! S-Steve!” you shout.

Hwoarang furrows his brows at your response as he plunges his tongue harder and hums against your pussy. You uncontrollably shiver due to this, and god you loved that. Eyes roll back with a rough lip bite. The feeling of a knot tightening your abdomen. It was too difficult to prevent it from spilling out.

“Oh! I can’t hold it, I can’t!”

After crying out your moans, a burst of your slickness lands in your boyfriend’s mouth. His face grinds into your womanhood whilst lapping up as much as he could, a few drops dribbling down his chin. You rest your head back on Steve’s shoulder, allowing him to suck your neck with his teeth. He nips the skin and places a couple of kisses there. The redhead licks the remaining juices before pulling back onto his knees. The boxer shifts to his side to lie you down. Your thighs were weak from all that action of Hwoarang’s. You finish catching your breath as your body relaxes. You suddenly feel a pair of hands removing your restraints completely. Then you feel your blindfold being tugged. Once you can finally see, they belonged to Hwoarang. He throws the piece of cloth elsewhere. At first, you were about to sit up, but your wrists were swiftly pinned down by the martial artist.

“Nuh uh, (Y/N). I didn’t tell you to sit up, did I?” the man takes charge of you in a rather seductive tone.

“We’re not done with you yet, sweetheart,” Steve followed with a caress to your face.

“Huh?”

“How cute,” Hwoarang smirked.

He lets go of you to search through the nightstand drawer for his condoms. Taking out a pair, he tosses a package to Steve before opening his. They both freed their erections and slid the protection on, the lubricant spreading on their palms. Hwoa then orders his rival, “You fuck her from behind, I want her eyes on me.”

Fox scoots behind to lie down and elevate your body on top of his, hands resting over your torso in the process. Hwoarang spreads your legs apart again, grinning at the sight of your flourished slit. He couldn’t wait to burst you open again. Their scent of sweat aroused you so much more.

Both of the fighters’ cocks press on your entries. They were eager to slowly shove them in, only with their heads. Already, you whimper due to their large size. The blonde boxer reassures you with a kiss on your cheek.

He whispered, “S’alright, luv. We’ll take this nice and slow.”

Those gentle words from your man made you sigh in arousal. How sweet. And once their cocks were fully inserted, your mouth gapped open. The redhead chuckles at the spectacle before him. He wanted to see how you’d end up when finished. The steady thrusting motions take over, all the while satisfying your body. You felt so tight around the two. Hwoarang hisses through his teeth as Steve pants breaths across your skin. The abrupt throbbing of your cunt came back. Without even thinking, your hands hovered over Hwoa’s glossed chest and began to knead. They rub up and down, with both thumbs flicking his nipples. Hwoa groans at you, proceeding to pound faster. Fox picks up the pace to further thrust himself into your ass.

“You’re such a damn tease, you know that?” the redhead snapped at you.

The rough hits cause you to latch on to his chest and mewl. Your hands then move up his shoulders to hold instead. The steamy contact of their breathing, you loved the living hell out of it. Their needy sounds along with it were even better. You can instantly feel them pulsating around your walls. Hwoarang leans in to bite and suck on your neck. You sigh at this sharp feeling. How can he forget that you enjoy receiving love bites too? He strikes the spot for a minute before pulling back and leaving a hickey.

You mutter beneath him, “Ah! H-Hwoarang!”

Steve was able to hear you and tugged on your earlobe with his teeth. He definitely earned a whimper from that. You grab his head close to yours, letting the boxer send a series of kisses to your cheek. Your other hand rests along the base of Hwoarang’s neck. The glimmering scenery of yourself getting fucked by two muscular men in a hotel room was an unforeseen event of today. Thank god you were able to live your fantasy at long last.

The mewls you keep making grew louder as both fighters’ groans did the same. All three of you were about to erupt. Sweat was dripping from Hwoa’s strands of hair to your skin. Steve brought his hands over to play with your nipples once more. You were at your limit.

“O-oh! Ah, shit! I-I have to cum!” you shout between breaths.

Steve embraces you, while Hwoarang clasps your hips to finish. They penetrated the hardest they could, a heavy climax approaching near. Your legs became jello when they were slamming into you. Their hits to your core continued on countlessly.

Then just a few more.

And you came at last.

Your voice sounded shaky as you arched your back and cried out their names. Hwoarang and Steve were wailing through their orgasms too. Their cum felt so hot from within their condoms. Everyone was slippery after a few more thrusts. The exhaustion filled the air. Hwoarang pulls out of you and rests his cock over your busted opening. Steve traces his knuckles across your face. You couldn’t muster the strength to stay up any longer, your eyes slowly drifting off to sleep.

 

—

 

A loud knock alarms at the door during nighttime.

“Ah, shit!” Hwoarang swears at himself from the bathroom. He rushes to the door in a towel to be presented with an upset hotel staff member.

The redhead sighs, “What do you want?”

“Now we’ve been receiving multiple complaints about noises you have been making this morning,” the staff member informed, “We weren’t able to respond earlier since hours today have been extremely busy.”

"Well, look, our business isn’t yours, sir. Who the hell even reported tha-“

“I don’t want to have to see you again over violating hotel policy,” he cuts him off, “Otherwise, we’ll have to kick you out. Understand?”

Hwoarang rolls his eyes sighing, “Yes sir…”

He shuts the door and turns to his blonde friend relaxing next to your still-asleep form. The redhead approaches you two with his head shaking.

“We did a lotta work on her, huh?” Steve said as he noticed you still sleeping.

“Heh, too much,” Hwoa replied and looks over at your current state, “We did make her feel good, but you weren’t as good as me.”

“Oh c’mon, mate. (Y/N) said she enjoyed havin’ the both of us,” the blonde continues on while petting your hair, “And gave us a few more shots at that.”

“Can’t believe she wanted to keep going. Damn condoms ran out…”

Steve chuckled before looking back at you, placing a kiss on your head. They can let you rest for a little while longer until you awaken. Once that happens, you will probably need assistance in the shower.

#tekken #tekken hwoarang #hwoarang #hwoarang x reader #tekken steve fox #steve fox #steve fox x reader #fanfic #blissfic #n/sfw

[xxladyballadxx]

Pushing Me Away

Steve Fox x (fem) Reader

Summary: Steve has been constantly having nightmares during his sleep and you noticed something was up with him. You wanted to talk to him about what’s going on in his mind, he kept pushing you away.…

Warning: N/A

★ dividers by : @saradika-graphics ★

You woke up in the middle of the night with Steve beside you in bed, shaking like a leaf and mumbling something under his breath quietly which you couldn’t make out of it. It turned out that he was having a terrible nightmare. This has happened a few times. Sleepless nights with Steve having bad dreams. For some reason, he won’t talk about it. You got anxious by the sight of your poor husband, you placed your hand on his muscles to snap him out of that horrible dream he’s having, “Steve!” You called out to him, “Steve!!” Raising your voice in concern was loud enough to bring him back to reality. Steve got up with a little panic, his hand on his chest as he breathed heavily. 

“Steve…” you held his face, motioning it directly to you, “Honey…are you okay?” 

“I’m..fine..” he responded, his voice shaking. You knew he was lying straight to your face. “You’re not fine, Steve. You’ve been having nightmares for a while and yet you won’t talk to me about it…?” 

Steve sighed, squeezing your hand in his palm, “It’s nothing, love.” He gave you a kiss on the cheek with a broken smile and laid back down to sleep, “Get some sleep, darling.” It hurts you so much to see your husband like this, so you didn’t pressure him any further. You laid your head back on the pillow, trying to sleep while figuring out what’s the matter with him. 

You cooked breakfast in the morning, a smell of food rubbed up in Steve’s nostrils as he went over to the table, putting a piece of egg and bacon together in his mouth. You sat beside him and began to eat your food in silence, finding a way to talk to your husband about his current nightmares. Steve finished his breakfast before you, he hopped over to the sink to put his empty plate away to be washed. He grabbed his gym bag by the table below and kissed you on the forehead as he headed out, leaving the house. 

Heaving a long depressing sigh as you watched him go, only giving you a kiss on the forehead and just saying goodbye. You walked up to the sink to wash the plates. For the rest of the day, you just cleaned the rooms in your house, tidied up the shelves, sorted out the books, etc. Today was your day off and you didn’t have work. 

As you put your lips to a cup of vanilla latte while reading a book about two people who came across from different universes, you tried to think of a way to talk to Steve about what's been bugging him for a while. Him and his nightmares. 

Thinking of resolving it in a calm manner but the truth is; you can’t really help it when Steve, your own husband, kept pushing you away like this. It causes you so much anger and the more he pushes you away, the more upset you get. On some days while Steve was out, you cried in your bed, wetting the pillow with your sobbing tears as you clenched on the sheets. 

You just had enough of your husband treating you like this, pushing you away and not saying a single word to you about what’s bugging him so badly. 

So when your husband came home from the gym, he walked into the living room seeing you sat down on the couch. “Hey (Name) I-” 

“Honey, we need to talk.” You added, “And I would like for you to sit down here with me.I want to talk to you about something..” he listened to you without hesitation, Steve believed that he knows what it’s all about but that doesn’t stop him from seating himself next to you on the couch. 

“Look, I know you haven’t been feeling like yourself lately because of the nightmares you were having. I’m getting sick and tired of you pushing me away and not telling me what’s going on with you.” You tried not to spill the boiling anger in your tone, your heart felt a prick of pain with your voice breaking, “Please, Steve…don’t shut me out like this. Let me carry that pain you’ve been holding. Let me carry that burden with you..” You squeezed his hand with a calming gaze, hoping that he would open up to you. Steve thought he was always alone but he never truly was. 

He had you. Steve was never the type for romance but his life changed a lot when he first met you. Fell in love at first sight and then a few years after, you two married each other and lived happily ever after. 

Steve realized how much this was hurting you, how much you were hurting for him. He pulled you into him, his bulky arms hooked around your back, “I’m sorry, (Name)..” 

“It’s okay, sweetie..” you hugged him back, caressing the side of his face as you kissed him on the cheek tenderly. Steve pulled away, finally opening up to speak about what’s been on his mind. “I’ve been having nightmares about the time that I was at the lab..”

“The day you were created by the Mishima Zaibatsu? The things that they were experimenting on you..?” 

“Yes. Ever since I was just a test subject to them. I thought I will never get the chance to experience life properly. I even thought I had no family until now. Even though she doesn’t care about me at all…” You knew who he was talking about. 

Nina Williams…Steve Fox’s birthmother…

The woman who was used in the lab to create babies and to make them into supersoldiers by the man himself…Heihachi Mishima…

He ruined Steve’s life…

The Supersoldier Program created by Heihachi, turned out to be a huge failure and most children died because of it…

Before you and Steve got officially married, he told you about his past. He struggled at first to tell you because he couldn’t find the right time to. Steve feared that you might leave him after telling you about his past. The things he was meant to become. You felt your whole heart trembling, you never knew he had a rough life in his childhood. Never knew he was going through that. 

It didn’t stop you from caring about him so much. After Steve finally opened up to you and talked to you, he wanted to make it up to you by taking you to the beach at night to gaze at the stars. Somehow he felt so much better right after opening up to you. 

As the gorgeous night sky glowed with little gleaming pearls, you spun your way to the ocean and took off your shoes to feel the sand tickling your feet. This moment brought up a heart-warming smile on Steve’s face. Your laughter of joy lightened up his heart. Steve believes that he truly doesn’t deserve you at all. Love was hard for him to understand since he never had it with anyone before. Until he met someone that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with…

Honestly, how lucky is he to have a wonderful wife like you?

He made his way to you, urging to embrace you in his arms. You gasped when he snuggled you close to him, “I love you so much, (Name). Without you, my life would be so miserable. I’m the luckiest man alive on earth to have someone special like you in my life.”

His loving words crawled through your heart, creating a whirl of warm emotions flowing inside, “Oh Steve! You mean so much to me and I can’t live without you. Damn…Steve Fox, you are my everything.” 

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・ a/n - Okay so there might be a few mistakes on this fanfic I wrote but honestly...I do not give a F*CK anymore.

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

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[itjazzbicch]

Caring

Pairing: Steve Fox x Reader 

Summary: Becoming best friends through boxing, the reader and Steve always have fun testing their abilities in the ring, but when his arm starts to bother him during one of their sessions, the deep care the reader has for him beings to show...

Warnings:  N/A

Never wrote anything for Tekken till now, Steve being my first so, I hope that I did well and you all enjoy it!

Word Count: 757 

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:   

"Come on, Steve! This is easy!" I laughed, dodging his punches and circling the boxing ring.  

"That's because I'm taking it easy on ya!" He laughed, circling along too, only making me laugh more: 

"Where's the fun in that?!" 

Steve and I crossed paths and became friends through our boxing careers, taking the time to train with one another since we were evenly matched. It was a great pass time, a learning experience, and a fun time between friends considering we loved this sport.  

"Don't get mad when ya can't keep up then!" He smirked, getting in stance with his approach. 

I knew that smirk and immediately put my guard up. He really was taking it easy on me! I had to move so fast to dodge his punches that I was tripping over my feet. Of course, he found that hilarious, going to tease me more: 

"What's the matter? What happened to all that confid-" 

Mid-sentence, I could see how he stuttered in his stance, his left arm tensing up. I stopped immediately, going to speak, but he shook it off, getting back into stance: 

"Come on!" 

"Steve-" He was being so stubborn, throwing another punch that I dodged and this time, he fell to his knees, yelling out in pain while holding his left arm, the one with the massive scar running down it, "Will it kill you to just listen to me for once?!" 

Quickly tossing off my gloves, I kneeled to him, taking his arm from his tight grip, rubbing it softly all around to try and make the pain go away. 

I always wondered what happened to his arm but was too afraid to ask. It had to have been something personal or something that he didn't want to talk about, so I never asked. But as my best friend, I had to help him in any way that I could. 

"Any time you feel that pain in your arm, stop," I glared at him, hoping he'd listen for a change, "Your health comes first, Steve." 

"I'm f-fine," There he went lying to me, easily telling that he was still feeling the pain, seeing his hand move in his glove while clenching his fist again and again. 

"You lie to me again and your arm won't be the only thing in pain," I scolded, continuing to massage his arm and slowly, I could see the pain drifting away, glaring into his eyes again, "I'm not trying to be mean. I care about you and don't like seeing you like this." 

"I know," He huffed out, growing silent as I took his arm, placing kisses all over it, hoping a joke would raise his spirits: 

"Besides, if this ever takes you out of boxing, I'll have no one's ass to kick during practice." 

"Is that right?" He chuckled, "Ya weren't saying that when I had ya tripping all over the ring." 

"Wanna say that again?" I played, raising my fist to him, getting a real laugh out of him this time, taking a deep breath and being serious this time, "Let's call it quits for today. I can tell that really hurt." 

"Ya have no idea," He whispered, slipping his gloves off and as he did, I let some of my curiosity slip out while examining his scar: 

"You ever go to the doctor to see if anything can be done about this? This is a mean scar, man." 

"It's uh-" He didn't want to ignore me, but wasn't sure what to say, only letting me know, "it's complicated."  

"I see," I whispered softly. It was a sensitive subject just like I thought, trying to make things better when I kissed his arm again, "Well hopefully that'll help some, hm?" 

All he did was smile at me at first, making my cheeks heat up, especially when he wiggled his eyebrow at me: 

"I see why ya always try to act so tough all the time now. Ya just a big softy." 

"Oh, sorry that I'm just trying to be a good friend!" I gasped, turning my head and trying to act upset, but he was right about that, making me melt with a kiss on my cheek: 

"I know. I never said it was a bad thing. I think your help will work." 

"Well yeah, it's me," I smiled into his blue eyes, giggling along with him as he shook his head, both messing with me, but meaning as he kissed my cheek again: 

"Ya are a special one, I'll give ya that." 

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[theanimekid]

oh my god you write for tekken in 2022... can you write something silly/fluff with steve fox and a short (5'3) reader 🥺🥺🥺👉👈

of course, I can! Anon!

Steve Fox and Short! Fem Reader!

I can tell by looking at him... he teases small people. He loves how small and adorable you are. He feels like he can protect you from anything... even the world if he has to.

As a pro boxer, he will carry you to his favorite gym, even if you protest to put you down he won't

He will and can purposely put things in high places so that he can watch in amusement as you try to reach for the cabinet

moments of struggling later, he helps you get it

Let him be a big spoon

When cuddling, he wraps his arms around your tiny waist and snuggles into your hair, inhaling your scent as the two of you watch movies on the couch.

Did I mention he teases short people?

He loves when you wear his shirts or his jackets

compared to him, there is like wearing a giant hoodie!

He'll love the living hell outta you!!!

Hug him behind him while he's training? He'll stop it right then and there and carry you in his arms.

He's the type of boyfriend that loves you unconditionally and fights people who try to mess with you

CEO of short people matters

Love him to bits while giving praises

I need more Tekken Asks, plz send them while I'm still here!!

#tekken x reader #tekken bloodline #tekken 7 #tekken steve fox x reader #Steve Fox x reader #tekken x fem reader #tekken x gn reader #anonymous #anon ask #anon tag #anon <3 #ask #ask and shall receive #tekken fluff

[babyjackdaniels]

#fox writes imagines #marvel #moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #marc spector x reader #Steve grant x reader #marvel imagine #moon knight imagine #moon knight x reader #steven grant imagine #marc spector imagine #Steven grant x reader imagine #Marc Spector x reader imagine

[holylulusworld]

History at its best

Summary: You love history.

Square 1 filled for @ultimatechrisbingo​: Professor!Steve Rogers

Pairing: Professor (Silver Fox) Steve Rogers x Student!Reader

Warnings: language, undefined age gap (the reader is of age), Silverfox!ASteve, light smut, unprotected sex, creampie, possessive Steve, doggy style, Captain & Sir kink, dirty talk, hand around throat (no choking, but I add it just in case), inappropriate relationship

Words: 1k+

This story is part of my: Adventures with your professor masterlist 

History. You love history. Especially when it comes on two long legs, and makes your panties dampen with only one look.

“Today, we will pick up where we stopped last time. Y/N, can you tell me where we stopped last time?”

Damn that man. Professor Rogers. Steve Rogers. He flashes you a bright smile as you nervously shift in your seat. 

You cross your legs and try to pretend you’re not having daydreams of your professor and his perfect cock. “Miss Y/L/N.”

“Page 385, Lesson 12,” you reply, praying that you remember the page right. If not, he’ll bend you over his desk and punish you for not listening to his lecture.

“Very good, Miss Y/N,” Professor Rogers points out. “As always. You’re such a good student…and a good girl.”

“I-“ dropping your eyes to your notebook you swallow thickly and pray none of the other students heard his last comment.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he puts on a big show as he walks toward his table. All tall and bulky he makes an impressive sight.

He puts on his glasses. The ones he doesn’t need. Steve Rogers just wants to act like he’s a normal guy.

But when he almost fucks you through a wall, he proves that he’s more than an average forty-plus guy lusting over one of his students. Steve Rogers is still the man saving the world more than once and a super-soldier. 

“Professor, can we talk after classes,” one of the new girls in your course asks. “Please.”

“Sorry, Miss—“ Steve furrows his brows as he can’t remember her name. “What was your name again?”

“Sandi, with an I, not Y,” you dip your head to watch her lean back in her chair to push her tits out. You chuckle and turn your attention back toward the notes you took last time.

If not, Steve will find a way to punish you. And you are not in the mood for a bruised ass and no orgasm again.

Once in a while, you love to be a bad girl and to get some well-deserved punishment. Just not this week. You want to be good this time to make sure he goes easy on you and your still tender ass.

“Right, Miss Y/L/N,” your head snaps up the moment you hear his voice. Steve narrows his eyes as you got lost in thoughts once again. “Do you want me to repeat the question for you?”

“I’m sorry, I was looking over my notes about the Roman Empire and didn’t hear your question, Sir.”

You watch his Adam’s apple bobble when you use the title. “Well, at least you were engrossed in the topic, not some fashion magazine. You are forgiven.”

He smirks as you release a shuddery breath. “Thank you, professor.” Steve doesn’t seem to be mad.

“Anytime, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Why not? Every other girl would gladly join me at that party,” you roll your eyes as one of the frat boys tried to talk you into going to a party with him.

“I told you; I got a boyfriend at home.”

The annoying guy doesn’t need to know your boyfriend is your professor and the former Captain America.

“What he doesn’t know…” he grins, offering you a good time and more. “You don’t want me to tell everyone you’re an uptight bitch, right?”

“Fuck you,” you storm off, muttering under your breath. “No one gives a shit about your opinion.”

“I bet she’s boring in the sheets, bro. Let’s forget about her,” one of the other frat boys pats the guy’s shoulder. “We will find some other bitch for you.”

“Do we have a problem here?” Steve cocks his head to look down at the guy hitting on you. He was hiding behind a corner to jump in if needed. “What did you just say about Miss Y/L/N? How did you call her?”

“Virgins, you know,” the guy dares to snicker. “I bet she will mewl like a cat in heat when she gets fucked. Needy bitch.”

It takes everything in Steve not to break that grinning frat boy’s neck. He balls his hands into fists and takes a deep breath.

“Maybe she only needs a real man. Someone not treating her like a piece of meat. A man who knows how to fuck. I bet, you’d learn a thing or two listening to an experienced man, not a boy who creams his pants the moment he sees boobs...”

Steve storms off. If not, he’ll gladly kill the boys for daring to even lay eyes on you…

The moment Steve sent you a message, demanding that you wear a naughty schoolgirl uniform and no panties you knew, someone fucked up big time.

You just didn’t know it wasn’t you but the guy hitting on you.

Now he has one arm wrapped around your chest, hand gripping your left upper arm tightly. He sinks his teeth into your neck to mark your body all over again.

“Who do you belong to, doll?” you whine at Steve’s words. You’re too out of it to even answer. “I asked you a question and I expect you to answer it.”

“Y-you,” you squeak. “I’m yours…only yours.”

“Fuck, this cunt.”

Steve moves his hand to your neck to force you to crane it. He grins as you look up at him with glassy eyes. “Say it.”

“Your cock feels so good, Captain,” you’re out of breath. Steve is fucking you hard from behind, never missing a beat as you struggle to even keep your body upright. “I love it so much.”

“Of course, you do, doll,” he lowers his head to kiss you greedily, lips and tongue dominating your mouth. 

“Steve…please…”

“Not yet,” he growls against your lips while his hips mercilessly snap into your ass. “I’m gonna ruin this cunt first.”

“It’s yours…only yours,” you babble and whine. “Please…Sir…” You’ll do anything to get your high. “I love it when you fuck me.”

“Fuck,” your body goes slack as Steve slaps one hand between your legs to shove two fingers inside your cunt to join his cock. “Fuck…Stevie…Captain…Sir…professor…”

“That’s it. You can cum now, baby doll. Come for me and take all of my spunk,” Steve growls when his warmth fills you. “You’re so good for me. Always so tight and warm.”

You tremble against him. It’s all too much. “Please…I can’t…”

“Shh…I’ve got you baby doll,” Steve immediately wraps his arms around you. “I’ll carry you into the bathroom and we will have a warm bath. Just let me lock the door first…”

“Yes, Captain…”

Steve kisses your temple and mumbles soft words as he pulls out of you. “I’ve got you...baby...I love you.”

“I love you too, Steve.”

Tags in reblog.

#History at its best #steve rogers #ultimatechrisbingo #steve rogers x reader #professor!steve #professor!steve rogers x student!reader #steve rogers x you #Adventures with your professor #smut #steve rogers smut #silver fox steve rogers

[bihanspookies]

STORY IDEA: the reader and steve are out one winter day and the snow starts to fall, blanketing the world in a gentle, peaceful glow while they're out with their man mr. fox 🥊❄️✨

ANYTHING FOR YOU AND MY BELOVED STEVE FOX 🫶💕‼️

“Sure you’re fine, love? Tip of your nose is red like Rudolph!” Steve taps your nose with his finger, the material of his glove scratching you lightly. You chuckle and grab his hand, squeezing it tight before letting it go to fall back against his side.

“I’m fine, darling. ‘Sides, a little cold never hurt anyone!”

Steve scoffs and rolls his eyes, a playful smirk on lips. You two continue to walk, crunching through the snow and leaving footprints while the cold air nips at your cheeks. It was peaceful, beautiful and such a serene moment walking with Steve through the winter wonderland. You watch kids build snowmen and forts, couples and friends walking and holding warm drinks in their hands, even several animals leave their tiny tracks as they hopped through the snow on the ground.

It was everything you could ask for, truly how much more perfect could it get?

You turn your head and part your lips to say something to Steve only to be cut off when you notice the light gathering of white on his eyelashes. You blink in confusion and get ready to speak again until a few flurries land right on your lips. That’s when Steve puts his attention on you and laughs, brushing them away with his thumb. You give him an appreciative smile and look towards the sky, softly gasping as you watch snow begin to fall down.

Gradually it starts to fall a bit faster but not enough to warrant you and Steve to seek shelter, choosing instead to keep on and catch snowflakes in your hand.

“It’s beautiful…” You murmur to yourself, collecting a small pile in your hand and bringing it up to your face to admire up close. Steve watches you with tender eyes, feeling his love for you grow every second that passes. You shake your hand to be rid of the snow, letting go of Steve’s hand to dust off the remnants from your glove. Quickly you lock your fingers back together, pecking his cheek lovingly.

“Thanks for walking with me.” You tell him sweetly, giving him a firm squeeze.

Steve places a kiss on the side of your head, letting his lips linger for a few moments.

“Anytime, love.”

#Steve fox #steve fox x reader #tekken #my writings #asks

[iris-of-bliss]

𝔽𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕤 [𝟙𝟠+]

Summary: You had a long day at work, and you finally see your boyfriend again. Later in the night, you two exchange some pleasure in bed.

Pairing(s): Steve Fox/F!Reader

Warning(s): Smut, Teasing, Fellatio, Cunnilingus

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: Dominant with a bit of sub Steve Fox is what I love most 💙

“C’mon, damn it!” Hwoarang curses at himself.

It was guys night with Jin, Hwoarang, and Steve Fox. They were settled down at a private hangout, that being the basement of you and Steve’s house. Both rivals Jin and Hwoarang were in the middle of playing intense foosball while Steve kicked back and watched the show. So far this has been a draw, and there can only be one winner. These two had made a deal earlier for the outcome: If Hwoarang loses, he has no other choice but to get Jin’s bike repaired. Why the hell is that? Well, let’s just say he got scammed by some lousy repairman. Jin won against his opponent at a fighting tournament, so he decided to give him a second chance. Meanwhile, Fox didn’t need to worry about this situation. He would feel entertained by the ongoing energy during the hangout. Even Hwoarang’s frustrations caught a laugh out of him.

“All this competition over a bike, eh?” he chuckled out.

The Taekwondo master growled, “Shut it! I’m focused.”

The constant shifting and spinning of foosball rods hitting the miniature ball kept going. It was almost time for Steve’s friends to leave as you planned to arrive back at eleven sharp. You were busy working a few extra hours at your job. He was worried about you wounding up tired when seeing you again. Taking you to bed was currently on his mind right now, among other things.

The redhead swears, “Shit!”

The foosball game was done. The metal rods’ spinning came to an end. Jin was declared the winner whilst Hwoarang had to do the favor.

“This is only a game, Hwoarang. Taking my bike for a repair won’t be much of a hassle,” Jin reassured as he snuck in a smirk.

The martial artist groaned, “Whatever you say, big shot.”

Steve stood up from his seat and approaches his rival. He gives a nudge to the shoulder as he chuckled, “C’mon, don’t be such a sore loser. You’ll get him back next time.”

“Oh trust me, I’ll make sure to show him-“

Their conversation was interrupted by a crack of the door. Footsteps made their way down the stairs. The trio looked back, seeing a familiar figure before them. You made your return from tonight’s job. By the looks of it, you found that they were finished with a foosball game. You were curious to ask, “Did I disturb something, or were you guys just finished with your game?”

The boxer strikes a bright smile and walks towards you, giving a tight hug, “Why of course we’re done, luv!”

He lifts you up and peppers a few kisses to your cheek. Hwoarang shakes his head while Jin hummed, “Seems like we should head out, yeah? I think Xiaoyu is waiting for me.”

“You two got girls? Heh, I’m going home to a punching bag.”

Steve looks back at the martial artist, “Going for an overnight practice? Try not to get sloppy back there, will ya?”

“Don’t try underestimating me when I pick a fight with you,” Hwoarang waved his hand back. You watch the two guests walk out the basement to the front door. It was just you and Steve in the room. Your boyfriend pulls you close by the waist, looking into your eyes softly.

“Was work alright? Ya feel any tired?” Steve was making sure if you needed any rest.

You caress his face, “A little bit, but I’d like to use some spare time before going to sleep.”

—

Changing in your nightwear after a long day felt a lot better. You’re lying down with a shirtless Steve in his sweats while you were wearing a cute and lacy slip dress night gown. You shared small chatter about the day for around ten minutes. It was an average day for each of you, but maybe a little spicing up wouldn’t be too bad.

Fox compliments you, “You know, you look like an angel in that night gown.”

Your heart flutters with joy by his sweetness. You place a hand over his cheek as your thumb brushes his skin. Leaning in for a kiss, Steve grabs you by the waist for you to lay on top of him. You yelp and giggle as you continue to kiss. Your legs were set on Steve’s sides while his hands rub along your back. One of them ended up squeezing your rear gently, the hem of your gown being lifted away from it. He wanted you to feel his entire hand knead the skin. You whimpered and your back arches due to the sly tease. That was when you suddenly grind against him until noticing a hard spot in his sweats. Your boyfriend released a slight gasp, eyes moving back and forth in embarrassment. Your movements went into a halt.

“That felt unexpected, wasn’t it?” he held a nervous laugh. Sure, you didn’t expect a poking erection, but it was barely a bother. You were already getting horny regardless. Lessening his worries, you exchange a kiss and pet his blonde strands.

“I can take care of it for you, sweetie. Would you like that?”

Steve slowly nods with his eyes wide. You kiss him once more before going down on him. You pull down his pants, removing them completely to toss elsewhere on the floor. The sight of you made him blush lightly. The position of your ass perking up while you bend down to free his cock. He’s prepared for what’s to come through the night.

You start landing kisses around the shaft to the tip of his erection. Its size was larger than you expected. You slip the tip of your tongue out and teasingly lick under it. Steve’s lower abdomen made a light twitch by your act. He brings one of his hands to stroke your hair whilst gripping the sheets. You glance up at him before continuing the show. He never received a blowjob before, so it was up to you to make it exhilarating. When your lips parted over the head, Steve pushes you down a bit, not too much to where you gag though. He isn’t a rough person himself during sex when he is mostly soft. Still, there is no such thing as not being rough on the table. Steve can go either way if he wants to.

“You’re doin’…so good to me,” the boxer praises, “That feel good for ya, dove?”

You wouldn’t fail shooting your best shot sucking him off thanks to his choice of nicknames to call you. It was becoming his enjoyment praising when you were doing such a good job pleasuring him. You make slow bobbing motions with your tongue tasting around his shaft. Your breath starting to feel hot, Steve was breathing heavily as he recognized a glint of saliva crawling out of your mouth. He massages your scalp with his eyes shut and lip bit down. His face even felt hot. You hummed with pleasure, causing Steve to whimper. This felt so fucking good to him. It was nothing but pure bliss. His hand moves down to your cheek to caress while you quickened the pace. He pushes your hair back to catch a better view. You hum on him again and pump on the base of his cock with your hand. A feeling of dampness formed in your panties due to your cunt throbbing so miserably. Your boyfriend tried his best to hold back his moans, yet would end up slipping them out.

Steve’s breathing hitched, “Ah, (Y/N)! Sweetheart, I’m gettin’ close…”

He began to feel his dick throb inside your mouth, earning an aroused mewl. His brows furrow as he clenches his teeth at the view. You tug at Steve’s boxers when sending a few last pumps around his sex. After quickly pulsating, he shot a warm load into your mouth. You suck and lick off every drop that remained. Steve’s breathing slowed down post-release. He let out a sigh and lays his head back on the pillows. You pull out with a pop and lick your lips before placing his cock in his boxers. Crawling above him, you sent kisses on his jaw and cheek. Your satisfied partner made a slight smirk and glances at you. He holds you close by your torso, rubbing the small of your back. You wrap your arms around the base of his neck.

“You tasted so good, baby. Did that please you enough?” you manage to tease. Fox nods and pecks your temple. Arms encircle your body tight, possibly meaning that Steve himself had a plan for you.

He answers you, “Yeah, but perhaps I could return the favor, right?”

You were unable to reply fast enough because of him tossing and turning you onto your back, his body towering over yours. Blush marks appear on your face whilst your hands hover along Steve’s sculpted muscles. It didn’t fail to hypnotize you much to the lack of surprise. He knew your eyes were distracted, so he kisses you again. Your eyes scurry up to his face.

“My face is up here, luv,” he inches close to your ear to kiss, “Don’t take your eyes off it.”

Since when the hell did Steve get good at flirting? You became completely speechless. He slid himself down while kissing your body in the process. His face now in between your thighs, spreading your legs apart. Steve pushes your gown upward to be welcome by a laced pair of panties already soaked. He smirks from the small mess you allowed your horny self to make.

“Already wet down there, eh?”

Your heart skips a beat as the boxer kisses the spot. You hum in a moan, causing him to look up with puppy eyes. He takes the edge of the cloth with his teeth until pulling it all off with his fingers. Throwing the panties on the floor, he lays back on his stomach in front of your cunt.

“Don’t try and suffocate me while I’m at it, will ya?” Steve asks the favor. You nod as you watched him from below. He makes sure to grip both legs tight for good measure. This was going to be a long ride for you. Kisses were placed over your womanhood again, leading to your breathing getting heavy. You were already throbbing again. He releases his tongue to lick your slit, yet the motions felt agonizingly slow. And oh it was in such a good way, too. You could even feel the tip of it tease you so badly. Your boyfriend probably learned from your earlier stunt when sucking him off. It wasn’t until the tongue’s tip found your clit before flicking a few, then going back down again. You arch your back and whimper in desperation. Your hands start gripping the sheets.

“This is all your fault for teaching me how to arouse you, sweetheart,” he recalls a memory.

Your voice stumbled, “S-Steve, I need you- ah!”

This man is such a quick learner. You remember how he had a lack of experience for these sexual scenarios. It amazed you that he can pick up some of your weaknesses and discover more. God you didn’t want him to stop. You made the urge to stay silent the whole way as Steve can handle you all to himself.

Steve’s tongue keeps making the same motions from your opening to the bit of flesh, causing you to squirm. His strong arms pinned you down by the legs to prevent any escaping. He wanted this to be absolutely perfect for you. His tongue then laps over your slit, the hot breaths touching your sensitive skin. During his work, he looks up at your reaction, your body still squirming with eagerness. A wave of hollered moans should be good for him, but not enough for the night. He makes a bold move to go deeper and slide his tongue inside of your aching cunt. Your eyes shot wide open as you moan in pleasure. You shove his head down with your free hand, and your legs weren’t able to withstand his strength to writhe out. Steve taps your leg before extending a hand for you to hold. You move yours away from his head to grab his hand. His thumb rubs over your knuckles for reassurance. Your leg leans against the boxer’s face while lying over his shoulder.

As it went on, his tongue kept thrusting in and out as well as curl in certain places. He found the right spot after hearing you moan loud again. Steve’s mouth covered your entire area, his tongue gushing with your fluid. It felt so warm and slick when sliding through your walls. He takes ahold of your free leg and massages both hips to add for the satisfaction. The inside of your pussy felt hot and continued throbbing at once. Seems like you were about to finish, too.

You broke your silence, “Mm, babe! D-don’t stop! So…good!”

Your boyfriend hummed at your approval, and grips your legs in place. The vibration against your pussy made your body snap. All self control vanished as a climax arose. A forceful release of cum is shot into Steve’s mouth. Your legs kick the air with your body arching back. It felt so god damn good, and Steve knew it. The wet release seeps away out of his mouth whilst he catches as much as he could. Your cunt flutters and squirts with endless joy. Your body shudders while you pant every breath. As you settled down, Steve licks around the remaining spots that were covered in your cum. He slurps it all up before he towers over you, examining your exhausted face. You loved to see his massive figure above yours since it turned you on so easy.

Your lover praises, “You taste amazing. Ya gettin’ tired yet?”

Although your voice sounded faint, you cup his cheek and whisper, “M-more…”

Fox giggled and sends a kiss to your temple, “Anything for you, dove.”

He kisses your flushed cheek and pulls his dick back out, pumping it for an erection. Your hands lazily roam around his muscles, becoming touchy. You trace an index finger over his arm scar, the one obtained from the labs of the Mishima Zaibatsu. Steve then aligns his cock towards your already soaked womanhood. You hold him by the shoulders with breathing turning heavy again. Pressing the tip, Steve slides in your entry with a groan. You were just as tight, no different from last time. The small veins along his cock, they caught a moan out of you. Steve licks his lips and begins to penetrate. Legs are wrapped over his waist in an attempt to get him close.

One of his hands knead your waist softly, trying his best to turn you on once more. Though this wasn’t necessary, he would succeed doing so. You cooed in a moan as you were panting at one another. The area felt so hot to the point that layers of sweat formed. Your boyfriend’s teeth clench from your tightness. He throbs around you while your pussy flutters, the wet sounds of skin ramming each other. Steve leans in to pepper kisses on your face, then moves close towards your ear. He’ll go on to whisper such pleasing words as part of his love language. How much he loved you, the ways you two were satisfying in return, all of that you wished to be eternal.

“You mean so much to me, (Y/N). I love you, ya know that?” he voiced between his breaths.

“Mm, Steve! I-I love you too!”

“I love you…”

Steve embraces you and bites into your neck, sucking on the skin. His thrusts got as quick as they could, eventually leading you to mewl nonstop. You and Steve were about to cum again. Nails claw into his back due to how large his size felt. The boxer nips off of your skin, leaving a visible hickey. You throw your head back and pant for air. A sudden feeling of your abdomen was about to snap.

A few more hits.

Then again.

Finally once more, and heavy amounts of ejaculate erupt from your bodies. A wail of moans sounded in the bedroom. Your own fluids spray against his abdomen while his hot load is aimed through your sex. Steve pounds you a few extra times for the rest to spill out. Your body trembles on the bed, turning into motionless putty underneath him. He huffs out a few breaths and carefully pulls out. He sprawls on his back to catch his breath. Sweat falls down his forehead as he runs his fingers through his hair. Steve looks at your tired state before scooting over and laying on his side. He luckily still has enough stamina as long as he watched his physique. Compared to him, you were fragile, and he treated you delicately. He must have thought that he went a little too rough, yet you never complained once.

You look up at him, eyes lidded and face red hot. Steve gave a soft smile and caresses your cheek with his knuckles. He inches his lips to yours until sending a light kiss.

“After a minute or so, I’ll help you into the shower,” he tells you as he began to pet your hair, “You can lean on me if you’d like. I probably went kinda rough on you, haven’t I?”

“No, you were perfect. I want to do this again someday…”

Steve chuckled, “Alright then.”

#tekken #tekken steve fox #steve fox #steve fox x reader #fanfic #blissfic #n/sfw

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First Romance

♡ Summary: Surrounded by a bunch of street gangsters, a pro wrestler stepped right in to save you from them. It was the first time you met a young blonde man named Steve Fox whom you quickly became friends with but once you two got to know each other…

You and Steve became something else… ♡

♡ Warning: N/A ♡

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You dashed off to the middle of two buildings at the sides, hitting the dead end. You thought you would crawl your way out of this terrible situation, your hand slipping into your handbag revealing a pocket knife. Those guys managed to surround you, trapping you at every spot. “You think you can hurt us with that little thing, lady?” the bastard gave a mischievous smirk. You grunted as you swung your pocket knife towards him but missed when he dodged to the side and grasped your wrist, eliciting the pain from it as the pocket knife slipped out from the palm of your hand. 

Just about to hit you against the head, the guy got punched by that sudden someone who swiftly came in to pull you away from that criminal. You snapped out a gasp across your lips, noticing a young blonde haired man appearing. “Now, now…that’s not how you treat a lady, lad!”  His British accent had sent a shiver of surprise down your spine but not in a bad way of course. “Why you-” a young blonde man punched across that bastard’s jaw and beat up the rest of his gang unconscious while you just stood there in shock, observing him closely. The way he punches these guys and dodges at every punch they throw at him with such quick pace. 

‘He’s a boxer…’ you figured out, watching him strike those guys down to the ground with his strong-ass punches. Bloody hell, he’s quite good. 

His name was Steve Fox, surely you might have seen him appearing on the posters outside in public which you can’t seem to recall seeing a poster of him. Steve asked if you’re hurt anywhere, you gave him a reassurance telling him that you’re fine. Steve wanted to know the reason behind this chase, why those men were chasing after you. 

This is what happened: before you were heading to a store, a group of dodgy-looking men appeared before you, they were trying to lay a finger on you, flirting with you. You pissed one of them off by hitting across their head with your handbag. Making the situation a lot worse, causing you to dash away from them as they chased you. 

Steve was glad that he made it in time just to get those guys off your back. “Thank you..for saving me.” You thanked him with a short smile. “Don’t mention it.” Steve picked up a pocket knife from the solid ground and handed it back to you. “What’s your name?” He asked out of curiosity. 

“(Name (L/n) and you are…?”

“Steve..” He swift out his hand as you shook it, “Steve Fox..” this man has got quite a strong grip but good thing he’s not trying to crush your fingers. Otherwise you will end up at the hospital for days or maybe weeks. You wanted to get to know him so you asked if he drinks coffee or not. Steve didn’t seem to have any plans so he accepted your kind offer as you both walked to a café nearby. 

As you lift your cup of coffee to your lips, Steve begins to talk about his life in wrestling, the tournaments he went to, the wrestlers he fought against. Things like that. In return, you told him about yours. Your life isn’t exciting because you just work at the bakery store and read books at home all day. Steve figured out you don’t go out as much. However, he doesn’t find your life boring for some odd reason. 

The day ended with you exchanging phone numbers with the boxing champion Steve Fox, he offered to walk you home and the two of you bid goodbye to each other. 

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You’ve been hanging out with Steve Fox very often, hanging out at the bar with him, watching him fight in the tournament against other wrestlers. You two have become quite close. You felt safe being around him, Steve has a heart of gold and you may not have noticed but he always keeps his presence very close to you, leading to believing that Steve has grown attached to you. 

But who knows?

Whenever he’s near you, you can't get the feeling off that you might like him more than a friend. Your heart bubbles with sparkles of exploding feelings that you can’t describe as you thought of that. ‘He’s such a wonderful person to be around and I can’t help but fall for him..’ you spoke through your mind, thinking about Steve Fox. Your cheeks are deepening in red hue colour. 

Steve noticed your face was flushing red so he asked in concern “You alright, (Name)?” you shook your head, ridding of those mindless thoughts about the person next to you, “I’m okay..” you downed all your coffee from the cup, not making proper eye contact with Steve. This made him more worried about you, “Are you not feeling well today?”

You let out a dry laugh, “I’m fine, Steve. Really, I’m okay..” your guts are pressuring you to tell Steve how you truly feel about him. You just can’t seem to find a way in your heart to confess. You wanted to get some fresh air so you walked with Steve to the park nearby, strolling down the path beside him as your heart continued to flutter. 

You were going to tell him how you feel until a bunch of kids came up to Steve, “Steve Fox! Can we please have your autograph?” One of the young children asked nicely, a poster of Steve Fox and a black marker pen in his hands. “Sure you can, lad!” Steve lifted up the poster along with the marker pen from the child’s hands, signed his name down below the paper and handed it back to him, “Here you go!” 

“Wow! Thanks, Mister Fox!” The little boy thanked him kindly, jumping in excitement. The other little boy looked over to you with a curious expression on his face, “Steve, is this your girlfriend?” His question caused your heart to act up, feeling your body shaking. Even Steve was embarrassed in this situation. 

“Are you two dating?” You couldn’t take it anymore so you dashed off to find a quiet spot to calm yourself down. Steve chases you from behind, leaving the kids as they questioned in wonder. You found a spotless space underneath the tree, you took a breather as you put your hands onto your knees lowering down. You clenched onto your heart, feeling it beating heavily, “What the hell is wrong with me?!” 

You sat down on the grass with your head holding down to your hands, heaving a long tiring sigh. “(Name)..” Startled by his voice, you turned your head around seeing him walking close to you, “Are you alright..? You gave the kids a little fright there somehow when you ran off.” Steve sat beside you, his worrying face glued onto you, “Is it because one of the kids asked that ‘girlfriend’ question before?” Now he brought it up, this is causing you to turn more red. 

“N-no I-I…” Lost for words, you decided to open up and be honest with him since you can’t seem to hold it in anymore, “Listen, Steve I know I haven’t been feeling talkative today and I..you know what? I’m just going to say it..” You gained enough courage to look him in the eye, facing towards his direction, “I like you, a lot. More than a friend. I don’t know how this happened but this feeling came out of nowhere. It’s fine if you don’t want to be with me, I-” your lips became sealed when Steve inched himself closer and kissed you, giving you butterflies in the stomach. A warm feeling rushing through your veins, floating inside of you. Steve pulled away, holding your hand in his palm. His head held up to lock his gaze on you. “I like you too, (Name). You’ve been constantly on my mind for a while ever since the day we met. I’m not very good at this romance stuff since I never had anyone in my life.” 

“I’m the same, Steve.” You leaned in, holding his face to peck a kiss on his cheek. 

“So, how about we hang around my place? We could watch a movie and order pizza?” 

“Sure, I would love that!” 

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a/n - Having a mega writer's block atm (╥﹏╥) Like I keep getting distracted just by strolling through shit on my phone or by watching something on YouTube! .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·.

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[doryyaaa]

Hi there! Would it be possible to request a Steve x reader story about him declining to sing while you're at karaoke but makes up for it with a trip to the music store to play the ukulele? I know it's a bit specific, so it's okay if it doesn't quite spur the inspiration! But I'd love to see you tackle if it you can

The victory party is in full swing. Steve Fox stands triumphant in the center of the room, raising his newest championship belt for everyone to see. The strobe lights shine across him like diamond trails over his blond, slicked-back hair. His boxing gloves are still strung over his shoulders, and he’s knocking back beer glasses with his mates like there’s no tomorrow. At some point, you take your eyes off him for just a few seconds, but he’s quickly closed the distance and sidles up to you at the bar area.

“Fancy another drink, luv?” Steve raises two fingers to the bartender, and slings an arm over your shoulders. His fresh cologne scent tickles your nose. The bartender returns with your drink, and Steve happily clinks your glass. “Here’s to you! My darling babe, the sexiest angel and my greatest treasure in the world—”

“Okay—I get it, I get it!” You burst into a giggle as he peppers small kisses along your jawline.

“Is the party too boring for you? Any creeps hitting on you? I’ll clock ‘em in the face,” Steve says, making a show of blowing on his knuckles.

“There will be no clocking,” you say, while your eyes wander over to the karaoke machine in the corner. “How about a song? I’ve never heard you sing before.”

A drunk partygoer stumbles behind you then, and Steve is quick to shield you.

“Woah! Easy there, fella. Hands to yourself, alright?” Steve playfully bumps his fist against the partygoer’s chest, just hard enough to elicit a choked laugh. He turns his attention back to you.

“You were saying, hun?”

“Karaoke! Will you sing for me?”

Steve glances to the machine from afar. Some other drunk guys have just picked up the microphones and started belting out a beloved classic. More people gather around to cheer and tease.

“Right. Actually, maybe now’s not the best time for that,” Steve says, much to your disappointment, and you settle for imagining it in your head instead, the way Steve’s cheeky tone might shift into a deep, honeyed timbre.

Your tiny pout must have left a mark on Steve, though, because he skips the after-party to go for a walk with you into a fancy shopping district. The sun has already set, and soft fairy lights glow from the surrounding gardens. Steve leads you by the hand through boardwalk, gentle as ever. He stops to cover both your eyes before nudging you towards a certain shop.

“Alright, you can look now!”

You find Steve’s adoring smile, and the music store standing quiet behind him, deserted at this odd hour.

“Here’s a special performance, just for you.” Steve picks up a ukulele on display, testing a slow strum. The chords echo melodiously in your ears.

“No way.” You gasp softly. Steve strums again, easing into a slow love song, the strings vibrating under his deft fingers. He takes his time working up to the climax, never missing a note.

“What can I say?” Steve winks. “I’m a man of many talents.”

“You’re amazing."

"Why, thank you."

"A musical genius.” You press a sloppy kiss to his cheek this time, and it’s his turn to giggle, boyish in his smile.

“I just hate to see you disappointed. You mean the world to me, you know that? I'll do anything to make you happy,” Steve says between slow strumming. You kiss him again, a peck on the lips.

"You already make me the happiest I can be."

"Oh, my heart." Steve ends the song with one last strum, soft and full of love. He puts the ukulele down, and pulls you in for a sweet embrace.

It’s much, much better than anything you could have imagined.

#tekken #steve fox #x reader #here's to all the steve lovers #ive had this in my notes for a while #my first time writing a british character and the hardest part was trying to decide his dialogue.... #i think steve is quite the charmer :^)

[ro-is-struggling]

Masterlist

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Last updated: 03/04/24

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600 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION MASTERLIST

Marvel

~Bucky Barnes

NIGHTMARES 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky is a free man. Free from Hydra and all that they put inside his mind. But that doesn’t mean he’s free from the past. It haunts him in his sleep and everytime he closes his eyes. Luckily he found someone who’s willing to put up with him.

Word count: 4600

Warnings: mentions of nightmares, insecurity, trauma and ptsd, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, angst. Bucky doesn’t think he’s worthy of love. Reader has mental powers. Starts out kinda sad but it ends up being really cute and fluffy in my opinion.

INCOMPLETE

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: When your relationship started to have problems you and Bucky agreed that the best thing to do would be to break up. At the time it had sounded like the only option you had left. But now, several months later, Bucky was beginning to wonder if he had done the right thing because the pain in his heart and the emptiness in his chest only seemed to grow with each passing day.

Word count: 2600+

Warnings: angst (with happy ending), one kinda intense kiss scene, fluff

TENSION

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky has been acting distant and you can’t help but think it’s your fault.

Word count: 1700

Warnings: angst (with happy ending), Bucky is a little harsh on reader, mentions of past trauma (reader’s parents had a shitty toxic relationship)

ENEMIES

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You and Bucky don’t get along. He hates you from the moment he found out you used to work for Hydra and has no problem showing it. Until one day after an accident on a mission he discovers the truth about your past and realizes that you two aren’t so different after all.

Word count: 5000

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to friends, Bucky and Steve are mean to the reader, mentions of past trauma (the reader was experimented on and tortured by Hydra kinda like Bucky), reader has powers that allow her to transfer people’s wounds on her own body and heal them using her own vital force, fluff (Bucky it’s a sweetheart in the end)

JEALOUSY

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: An undercover mission in Madripoor of all places leads to rivalry, jealousy and unexpected confessions of love.

Word count: 6700

Warnings: takes place on the events of episode 3 o tfatws, mutual pining, jealousy, Zemo being a little shit, brief mention of reader’s backstory (she worked for a thief and smuggler named Fiona before joining the avengers), reader fake-flirts with Zemo, Bucky and the reader fight and it ends in light smut (just some kisses and over the clothes stuff), fluff

BETWEEN US

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Fem!Reader

Summary: Zemo contacts you after escaping from prison because he wants you to help him stop the Power Broker. You thought he was crazy for thinking you would be willing to join him, but when he brought up the fact that it was a dangerous mission you had no choice but to accept his offer. You hated Zemo, but you weren’t willing to lose Bucky. He was the last family you had left.

Word count: 9400

Warnings: established relationship (Bucky and reader are married), angst, reader lies to Bucky, Zemo being a little shit and getting in everybody’s heads, Bucky’s insecurities, ends in fluff. Also reader is Steve’s younger sister and a super soldier

DANCE WITH SOMEBODY

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky dances with you for the first time in 70 years

Word count: 1200

Warnings: pure fluff, mentions of the reader having some kind of healing power, set somewhere after caws so bucky is in control of his body but is having trouble remembering his past

UNDERCOVER TRILOGY MASTERLIST

Summary: Your first mission with the Avengers proves to be more difficult than you expected when you discover you have to go undercover with none other than Bucky Barnes. Spending so much time together posing as an engaged couple leads to the development of feelings that you fear will change your relationship forever.

Series Warnings: slow burn, mutual pining, fake dating, forced proximity (only one bed trope), mentions of the reader being insecure about her body, probably overuse of pet names (doll). Smut, praise kink, body worship, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, aftercare

ROAD TRIP

Pairings: platonic!Bucky Barnes x Reader, platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader, platonic!Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: you annoy the shit out of Steve, Sam and Bucky—especially Bucky—during a long road trip.

Word count: 3400

Warnings: crack fic, humor, sharing beds, kinda fluffy

LOSE MYSELF

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky can’t help but fall in love with his new neighbor even though every fiber of his beings tells him to stay away from her.

Word count: 4200

Warnings: song fic, fem reader, written from Bucky’s point of view, angst, mentions of insecurities and trauma (from Bucky’s side), mutual pining kinda, Bucky being a total simp for the reader, fluff

NEW LOVE

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, past Matt Murdock x Female Reader

Summary: after a long day at work all you want to do is curl up on the couch with Bucky and forget about the existence of the outside world. But things get complicated when the past catches up with you, knocking on your door and asking for your help.

Word count: 6600

Warnigs: mentions of the reader being a nurse, jealousy, talks of insecurities, mentions of blood, reader being afraid to love again, angst with a happy ending

BEING HOMESICK AND WATCHING THE WORLD CUP WITH THE AVENGERS HEADCANONS

Pairings: platonical Avengers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky senses that something is wrong with you but you don’t seem ready to talk about it. After watching you closely for a while he discovers that your sadness comes from missing your home country and decides to do something to cheer you up. One day you mention to him how excited you are about the World Cup and that gives Bucky the idea of throwing you a surprise party to watch the last game of the event together. In the midst of the tensions of the game, emotions surface and your feelings for Bucky are exposed in the most unexpected way.

Word count: 6600 total, 3700 (part 1) 2900 (part 2)

UNTITLED SHY!BUCKY X READER

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: lately I can’t stop thinking about Bucky being shy around a girl he likes. The idea of such a tall, strong, imposing man turning into a nervous mess who can’t even look you in the eye drives me crazy. It’s the duality of the toughness of his exterior contrasting against the softness and tenderness of his interior that leaves me screaming, crying and throwing up. So I’m gonna write about it!

Word count: 2400 (This was supposed to be a drabble… ooops)

Warnings: a little angsty but with happy ending

TOUCH

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky was not a fan of physical contact, that was something you knew about him even before you started dating him. What you didn’t know was how incredibly touch starved he was. That is until one lazy Sunday afternoon, when you take your relationship to the next level.

Word count: 4300

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, porn with feelings, dry humping, overstimulation, kinda sub!bucky x gentle dom!reader, touch starved bucky, a little angst (it’s bucky duh), fluff

BREAKFAST IS SERVED

Pairing: Stucky x Female!Reader

Summary: Bucky decides to have you for breakfast. When Steve interrupts you, he asks him to join in and the both of them feast on you  {Part 2 of Let Me Help}

Word count: 7800

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, Porn without plot (like there’s literally no plot, just filth), dom!Bucky (trust me, it’s a warning), fingering, edging, oral sex (f & m receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk, slight degradation/name calling (slut), cum play kinda, praise kink, overstimulation, threesome, fluff at the end. No real Stucky action, just them having their fun with the reader ;) (although Bucky kinda fucks them both in a way👀)

SELF CARE

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader (it can pass as gender neutral I think?)

Summary: Bucky always seemed interested in your skin care routine, so when one day he arrives tired and drained from a mission, you take the opportunity to show him the importance and benefits of self-care.

Word count: 2200

Warnings: established relationship, brief mention to Bucky’s past trauma, a fuck ton of fluff, my little knowledge of skin care lol

~Matt Murdock

GIVE ME LOVE

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: You and Matt have a complicated relationship. You swore you would never see him again. But you were weak and one night, fueled by alcohol, you decided to call him.

Word count: 1400

Warnings: light/implied smut (there’s some kissing and touching but nothing too heavy) so I’ll ask minors to not interact with this

YOU RUINED ME

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Female Reader

Summary: on a cold rainy night Y/N accidentally ends up standing in front of her ex-boyfriend’s house and remembers with sadness the last time she walked through those doors.

Word count: 3800

Warnings: fem reader, emotional infidelity (Matt is still in love with Elektra), breakup, unrequired love (the reader is still in love with Matt, but he has feelings for Elektra). It’s pure sadness with no happy ending

~Peter Parker

FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD SPIDER-MAN

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Female Reader

Summary: Spider-Man was doing his night patrol when he heard the sobs of a lonely woman sitting on the sidewalk under the rain. He went over to help her, unaware that by doing so he was also helping himself.

Or the one where two lonely souls find comfort in each other.

Word count: 17000 (okay, hear me out! the story is split into parts so you can close it and come back later and you won’t miss anything)

Warnings: this is inspired by some of Peter 3 lines in No Way Home (about how he stopped pulling his punches) so there’s a lot of sadness over Gwen’s death, hurt/comfort, Peter being a flirty bastard, the reader doesn’t know Spider-Man’s identity for the most part, mentions of blood and injuries, Peter being scared of feelings, the reader getting attacked in the streets (but it’s very quick and nothing happens)

ANXIETY

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader (I wrote this with Andrew’s Peter Parker in mind because I’m in my Andrew Garfield era but you can imagine the other Spideys if you want, it’s not too specific)

Summary: Peter comforts you after you had a bad day.

Word count: 1200

Warnings: mentions of anxiety and insecurities (nothing too graphic), Peter being a loving supportive boyfriend. I think that’s all but if I missed anything let me know!

OCEAN EYES

Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader.

Summary: Peter is captivated by your blue eyes.

Word count: 1200

Warnings: reader has blue eyes, fluff

~Steve Rogers 

WOMAN LIKE ME

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Summary: You had the biggest crush on Steve, but you thought you were too different to work as a couple. Although that didn’t mean you couldn’t have a little fun with him.

Or the one where Steve is shy and you love to tease him.

Word count: 3000

Warnings: shy!steve (he’s so adorable omg), mutual pining, fluff but like a lot of it

ROAD TRIP

Pairings: platonic!Bucky Barnes x Reader, platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader, platonic!Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: you annoy the shit out of Steve, Sam and Bucky—especially Bucky—during a long road trip.

Word count: 3400

Warnings: crack fic, humor, sharing beds, kinda fluffy

NASTY NAUGHTY BOY

Pairing: Shy!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Summary: An undercover mission puts you and Steve in a compromising position that will change your relationship forever.

Word count: 11300

Warnings: Set somewhere after Avengers 1. Shy!Steve, mutual pining, SMUT MINORS DNI, porn with a little plot (not really), dom/sub dynamics (kinda), dom!reader, sub!steve, oral sex (female receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, hair pulling, pet names (baby, bad/good boy)

LET ME HELP

Pairing: Pre-Serum!Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word count:  2900

Warnings:  Set in the 40s (just cause I imagined this with pre-serum steve), SMUT MINORS DNI, inexperienced!steve x softdom!reader, somnophilia kinda so dubcon maybe? (Steve is asleep and the reader rubs against him), handjob, dirty talk, pet names (baby, good boy), there’s literally no plot just smut ;)

BREAKFAST IS SERVED

Pairing: Stucky x Female!Reader

Summary: Bucky decides to have you for breakfast. When Steve interrupts you, he asks him to join in and the both of them feast on you {Part 2 of Let Me Help}

Word count: 7800

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, Porn without plot (like there’s literally no plot, just filth), dom!Bucky (trust me, it’s a warning), fingering, edging, oral sex (f & m receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk, slight degradation/name calling (slut), cum play kinda, praise kink, overstimulation, threesome, fluff at the end. No real Stucky action, just them having their fun with the reader ;) (although Bucky kinda fucks them both in a way👀)

~Stephen Strange

EXISTENTIAL CRISIS

Pairing: Platonic!Stephen Strange x gn!Reader

Summary: After Wong sent you and Stephen to investigate the multiverse you begin to worry about the idea that there are thousands of versions of you. Unluckily for Stephen, he is the one who has to endure your existential crisis.

Word count: 1700

Warnings: this is kind of a crack fic so humor, Stephen being annoyed by the reader, chaotic and dumb gn!reader (I think I didn’t use any pronouns or anything like that but if I did let me know so I can change that!), a supernatural reference (if you get it you get a virtual cookie)

DCU

~Clark Kent

IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH

Pairing: Clark Kent x Female Reader

Summary: You’re terrified that your boyfriend Clark —the local superhero and most perfect man on the planet— will see you sick, so you forbid him to visit you while you have a cold. However, when he shows up at your door saying he misses you, he proves that your insecurities were unwarranted.

Word count: 2200

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, reader being a little insecure, hurt/comfort kinda

BREAKFAST IN BED

Pairing: Clark Kent x Female Reader

Summary: Being married to a superhero was bound to have some tough times, you knew that well when you accepted Clark’s marriage proposal. However, the last few months were becoming too difficult for you as he was having trouble balancing his daily life and his responsibilities as Superman. Intentional or not, he was neglecting you and you were getting tired of waking up alone every morning. But just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, Clark surprises you with breakfast in bed and a talk that reminds you why you love him so much.

Word count: 1800

Warnings: a little angst, but mostly fluff

Harry Potter

~James Potter

HAPPILY

Pairing: James Potter x Slytherin!Reader

Summary: Overwhelmed by people’s negative opinions, you begin to think that your relationship with James has no future. However, when you try to break up with him, James reminds you what really matters: your love and happiness.

Word count: 1700

Warnings: a little angst, reader feeling unsure about her relationship with James, mentions of the marauders being not so great to reader (but nothing too bad). It’s mostly fluff (like really fluffy, James is a sweetheart in this)

OOPS

Pairing: James Potter x Female Reader

Summary: You’ve had a crush on James since the first time you saw him but never said anything for fear of being rejected. Until one day you accidentally overheard a conversation between the marauders that changed everything.

Word count: 2700

Warnings: fluff, mutual pining, James is kinda shy on this one, reader has a flirty personality or at least I tried to make her be that way,

DATING JAMES POTTER HEADCANONS 

Pariring: James Potter x Female Reader

Summary: a little look into your relationship with James

Word count: 1100

Warnings: fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers

JUST TO BE CLOSE TO YOU

Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Ravenclaw!Reader

Summary: You tend to James’ wounds after a particularly difficult Quidditch match.

Word count: 1100

Warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, intense kisses, implied smut. Also I described james’ eyes color as blue because in my head he’s Aaron Taylor-Johnson

~Remus Lupin

ALWAYS

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Female Reader {marauders era}

Summary:  After discovering that he is in love with his best friend, Remus does what he does best: run away. Blinded by fear of rejection for his condition, he decides it’s best to push Y/N away before she can hurt him. It’s what he’s done all his life to protect himself from people’s judgment. But after seeing the pain and confusion in the young girl’s eyes Remus begins to wonder if it was really a good idea.

Word count: 5000

Warnings: mentions to insecurities, Remus is afraid of the reader’s reaction to his lycanthropy so he pushes her away and is kinda mean at one pont, angst, hurt/comort, fluff

Stranger Things

~Billy Hargrove

BILLY X DRAMA QUEEN!READER HEADCANONS

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Drama queen!reader

~Eddie Munson

HAIRCUT

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Bored with your looks, you made the impulsive decision to cut your hair yourself in your bathroom at home. When the job is done you’re not so sure you like the end result. But lucky for you, Eddie is there to assure you that you look beautiful.

Word count: 790

Warnings: none, it’s just fluff

~Steve Harrington

STAY

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Henderson!Reader

Summary:  After discovering the truth about the Upside Down, Y/N Henderson joins his little brother in the final battle to close the portal and save Hawkins. In doing so, she finds herself teaming up with none other than Steve Harrington of all people and discovers a side of him she didn’t know he had. In the chaos of the battle he brings her comfort and makes her feel safe. That’s why when everything ends she doesn’t want to leave his side. So she does what everyone would do in her situation: invite him to spend the night at her place even though they are not friends.

Word count:  4700

Warnings:  nothing I think, it’s just fluff, like really really fluffy. Steve is a sweetheart and comforts Y/N when she’s scared after everything she went through. They share a bed, do I need to say more?

THROUGH THE DARK

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female!Reader

Summary: Steve gets attacked by Vecna but your voice guides him through the dark.

Word count: 2300

Warnings: SEASON 4 SPOILERS, angst, hurt/comfort, my take on Steve fears/insecurities, fluff

The 100

~Bellamy Blake

JUST FRIENDS

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Female Reader

Summary: Trapped in space, alone and heartbroken, Bellamy and Y/N find solace in each other. As time passes, feelings begin to flutter between them. The only problem is that everyone seems to notice but them.

Word count: 4000

Warnings: set sometime between season 4 and season 5 (yk when Bellamy and the rest are on space), friends to lovers, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, fluff so much fluff, a little angst (Bellamy and the reader miss their friends on earth)

The Witcher

~Geralt of Rivia

THE PRINCESS AND THE WOLF Part 1

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Female Reader

Summary: A look inside the complicated love story between the runaway princess and the lone wolf that saved her

Word count: 5000

Warnings: fluff, angst, mutual pining, really bittersweet, heavy narration and not much dialogue, female reader (use of she/her pronouns//reader is a princess), mentions of blood and injuries (reader heals Geralt’s wounds)

THE PRINCESS AND THE WOLF Part 2

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Female Reader

Summary: All she wanted was to show Geralt that she could be part of his world, that it was worth putting in the effort to build a future together. He was her true home, the person she belonged to, the one who gave her life purpose, and all she wanted was to share the rest of her life with him. But things were not so simple and the differences that separated them were far too many.

Word count: 15.500

Warnings: fem!reader, fluff, a bit of jealousy and sexual tension, banter, mentions of blood and canon typical violence, angst at the end, my poor knowledge of the saga probably

SECRET ENCOUNTERS

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Female Reader

Summary: They know it’s wrong, but they can’t deny the desire and lust that overcomes them every time they are together.

Word count: 3900

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, porn with a little bit of plot (not really), fingering, penetrative sex, mirror sex, rough sex, size kink, belly bulge, breeding kink, dirty talk, mentions of cheating (reader is engaged), fem reader (she’s a princess)

THE BALLAD OF ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Nymph!Reader

Summary: Life was good when Geralt was by her side. They were in love and happy… Until they weren’t and she was left alone once again. After spending so much time under his protection, she had forgotten how dangerous the world was for creatures like her. Sad and heartbroken, she was unable to defend herself when the men came for her. Now locked up far away from her forest, she only hoped that her loved protector would come to her rescue.

Word count: 12.700 (it’s a long one)

Warnings: angst (with happy ending), major character death, reader gets imprisoned by a evil dude (I don’t know how to tag this lol but I think it’s important to mention that she’s forced to serve him), fluff (it’s not all sad, I promise), forest nymph!reader

THE CHASE

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Female!Reader

Summary: Geralt always tried to keep the wolf inside him caged in order to control his animalistic impulses, but with you that didn’t seem to be required at all

Word count: 3300

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI! Porn without plot, public sex (technically since they’re in the woods), rough sex, penetrative sex, fear play? (not really, but Geralt does chase the reader through the woods so maybe? adding it just in case!), scent play, size kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, biting (like there’s so much it’s a warning in this fic), fingering, possessiveness, a little fluff at the end, fem!reader

SAFER IN HIS ARMS

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Female!Reader

Summary: Since you were little you always dreamed of meeting a noble and brave knight, falling in love and marrying him to rule your kingdom together until the end of your days. But as you looked around at the men that had come to the banquet to ask for your hand in marriage, it was clear that those dreams were nothing more than a fantasy. Or at least that’s what you thought until fate crossed your path with Geralt of Rivia. The witcher, with his hard expression and cold stare, was the last person anyone would describe as warm or chivalrous. But not you. From the moment you met him, you saw nothing but kindness in his eyes. And when he managed to rescue you from the hands of bandits, you knew that maybe there was still some hope that your fantasy could come true —just maybe not in the way you had always imagined.

Word count: 13500 (not even sorry)

Warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, mentions of sexual assault (nothing happens but if it’s triggering for you I wouldn’t read it), protective!geralt, SMUT MINORS DNI, virgin!reader, inexperienced!reader, loss of virginity (not accurate this is just porn!), dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), penetrative sex, creampie, aftercare, fluff

Criminal Minds

~Spencer Reid

SLOW HANDS

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: Spencer gets tired of pretending he doesn’t notice the way you look at his hands, so when you show up at his hotel room late at night he decides to ask you about it.

Word count: 6800

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, porn without plot, hand kink, size kink kinda?, praise kink, Dom/sub dynamics (gentle dom Spencer x sub reader), dirty talk, pet names (good girl, baby, dirty little girl, slut), fingering, overstimulation, penetrative sex, choking, slight dacryphilia, a little fluff at the end, female reader, kinda rushed ending

FOR YOUR EYES ONLY

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Summary: The three times you and Spencer managed to keep your relationship a secret and the one time you got caught.

Word count: 11700

Warnings: Garcia!Reader (but the reader’s race/ethnicity is not specified, she could be adopted idk), mutual pining, love confessions, reader being a little insecure at one point, suggestive tones, implied smut, possible 14x01 spoilers, canon typical violence, angst with happy ending, fluff

EARN IT

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Summary: While Spencer was away on a case, you had no better idea than to send him spicy pictures of yourself as a way to encourage him to work harder to get home fast. You ignored his warnings and orders to stop and now that he was back home it was time to face the consequences of acting like a spoiled brat.

Word count: 3300

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, porn without plot, established relationship, dom!spencer, sexting, masturbation, bondage, dirty talk, cum eating, deprivation of touch used as punishment (if that makes sense? idk it’s just porn)

#Masterlist #bucky barnes x reader #matt murdock x reader #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #andrew garfield!peter parker x reader #peter maximoff x reader #steve rogers x reader #james potter x reader #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x reader #steve harrington x reader #diego hargreeves x reader #spencer reid x reader #evan buckley x reader #marvel #harry potter imagines #harry potter #stranger things #the umbrella academy #criminal minds #911 fox

[ronearoundblindly]

Super-Human Resources

Steve Rogers x older!Reader continued from this ask from @nana1000night

Prompt: What if the reader is older than Steve, like...10 years maybe(?) She could see his shyness, ambition, and gentleness when they first meet. She never thought Steve would fall for her because of their age gap and she's insecure about herself...

Warnings: this is very rough for me, really dialogue-heavy and not balanced, etc. I may return to elaborate or edit, but I'm desperate to get on with the end of Dignity. I loved--loved--this dynamic and could totally see this being a bigger thing. I boiled it down to this fluffy/angsty/cute-ending thing. Some language and implied smut. Serious miscommunication.

[adorable dividers that I am obsessed with by @silkholland]

Steve sets down the tablet victoriously. “And…that’s all of the recruits, so let me know what else you’ll need to start the new hires on personnel benefits. We’ll meet back—“

He finally glances at the clock. It’s 6:40 pm and he’s been talking at you for two hours.

“Why didn’t you stop me? I’m sure you have to go home to…”

You offer him the same studied smile you always try to and gently shake your head. “I figured we could just push through and get this over with. That way you didn’t have to make another trip down here tomorrow.”

Steve frowns. “But someone must be waiting for you?”

Way to rub it in, Cap. “No,” you assure him, packing up your laptop and a few files in your old leather briefcase. “No one.”

“No plans? It’s Friday. Don’t people…what is it that people go out and do these days?”

“Alexis next door seemed pretty excited about a pub crawl a few hours ago. Though in another few hours she might regret that. Actually, she’s probably too young to really notice a hangover,” you joke, pushing out your chair when you’re ready to go.

He rushes to stand. “Then at least let me…offer you dinner here. You won’t have to—“

A hand up is all it takes to rein him in. “Not necessary, sir. I’ll be fine at home.”

“I’ll walk you out,” he jumps politely, opening your office door so that you have to squeeze past his beefy body into the empty hall. Everyone really has gone home.

He shoves his hands in his dark jean pockets, and you regulate your breathing as best you can all the way to the door.

“Beautiful bag,” Steve says just as you two reach the lobby.

“Oh, thank you.”

“Looks well-loved,” he adds softly, running one finger along the top seam.

Why is that so sensual? He’s touching a bag. Get it together.

You giggle nervously. “Yes, very—“ adjusting the strap closer on your shoulder “—it was my high school graduation gift. Sent me off to college like a real professional, but I guess that makes it…pretty old.” The flutter in your gut wavers your voice slightly. You can’t wait to leave.

“Still pretty though.” Steve looks you dead in the eyes, and your heart stops.

You gulp finally, breaking from the crystal clear blue gaze that holds you so softly in a make-believe universe for that split second. “Have a good night, sir.”

“Yes, ma’am.” His eyes follow your movements out. “You, too.”

Even when you’re fresh and clean, the long work day washed away, the mirror doesn’t lie. You look tired, skin duller than you remember, eyes crinkling at the corners more than before, a few additional grays dusting your temples.

It’s so stupid to think of him that way, to think he’s looking at this and seeing anything he likes more than he’d find on that gorgeous young hire the next office over or that toned and bright-eyed recruit down the hall or…well, anybody, really.

Your flesh reminds you more of the stretched and worn leather of your briefcase every day. You’ve collected more products to correct you, things designed for anti-you to no avail.

But.

Even if it’s not real, even if it doesn’t mean anything, it’s so nice to be looked at by Steve Rogers. You have to remember he’s not actually interested; he’s just a gentleman raised to be kind.

He does it again. Not right away, but a few weeks later, Steve yammers on about two dozen employee ‘incidents’ that aren’t really incidents for you to handle. You can advise him on which representatives to speak with about follow-up actions with the other agents, or techniques to facilitate healthy dialogue on the subjects, but no more. Please, no more.

5:58 pm and you swear Steve has checked the clock at least three times. He has to know he’s gone over, but he also knows you have nowhere to be and no one special. Shit. That’s pathetic. You should have hinted at some sort of life outside of work.

“Pardon the interruption,” F.R.I.D.A.Y chirps over the intercom system, “but Captain Rogers, your delivery has arrived.”

“Thank you. Be right up.”

Saved by the AI. “I’ll let you get to it,” you say, smiling and rising from your seat.

“Oh, it’s just dinner. Enough for two.” He motions you to the door like before, his gaze a hair more piercing. “I…brought the pub crawl to us, if you’d like to join me?”

The air conditioning blasts into your office like the frigid arctic, but you are sweating suddenly. You’re covered from head to toe, layered to hide all those ‘indecent’ things about the aging body that no one, young or old, likes to be reminded of. Even if you were muscular with perky curves, your skin is looser and there’s a permanent crease down your chest, the wrinkle from consistently sleeping on your side at night. Higher necklines and longer sleeves became mandatory for you five years ago.

He leads you to the elevators with a light hand at the small of your back. He’s had two dozen beers, one can or bottle of each brew, sent in with an enormous tray of finger foods. You think about adding that you don’t eat that much, though it all looks good and you’d like to eat more—you don’t want to look like a pig in front of Captain America—but he eats over 80% of the tray without batting an eye.

“Metabolism,” he shrugs when your eyes go wide at his fourth full plate.

Must be nice. “I don’t remember what one of those is like,” you quip back.

You two split each beer, and while the cups are small and Steve drinks about two-thirds of them all, you’ve consumed your own six-pack by the end. Conversation became a lot lighter at some point—maybe sample four or five?—and Steve’s thrown out some candid moments about his struggles with modern life.

You agree with him about online dating: horrid. You agree it’s difficult getting to know new people when there’s an expectation of labeling everything (or not labeling anything.) Steve would not have been a free-love hippie, it seems, if he’d been awake during the ‘60s and ‘70s. It’s difficult to know what to do or say around women for him. He says it’s easier around you.

“Maturity deflates that 'pressure to impress' pretty quickly,” you chuckle, a hiccup latched at the end. Damn, is it the alcohol or the carbonation? Maybe it’s simply because there’s no pressure to be coy around someone who can’t be interested in you? Either way, you take another bit of food and forget to worry about how your midsection looks sitting in the chair comfortably, unbuttoning the first two buttons of your blouse. That A/C isn’t helping much again.

“Another drink, ma’am, or more water?”

“Makes me feel old when you call me that.”

“I say it out of respect, but it’s also. I feel like a…a teenager around you, ya know, nervous.” He slides his hand up and down his leg, blushing.

“It's alright. I’m not going to report you for treating me with respect, Steve.” 

“And if I don’t?”

It’s so quiet, you’re not sure you heard right. You take a huge swig of water to justify how loudly you swallow that feeling, that sizzling longing that creeps up like kudzu, taking over your body. Liquid coats your throat, mouth, and lips, yet you’re bone dry with nothing to reply. “Don’t do what?” Did he just threaten to not treat me with respect? As in…something disrespectful? Like…sinful?? Is it a sauna in here?

“I think you’re sexy,” Steve firmly breathes.

You snort—because what else do you do in a dream that’s so ridiculous it gave itself away?—and swirl the rest of your water around, guzzling it. You’ll need to wake up to pee soon if there’re this many fluids involved. Does beer make you dream weirdly? It must if it conjures this subconscious scene. Any minute now, you’ll wake up. You’ll see.

“That’s..uh..a little inappropriate, Captain,” you glob out between clearing your throat and squirming in your chair, “but it’s a good line.”

“I can keep them to myself, my inappropriate thoughts—“ you choke and sputter for a moment, but he continues “—if that’s what you want.” Steve leans forward over his knees, eye-level with your chest and peering up through his lashes while emphasizing a rugged, “ma’am.”

Your body vibrates off of your chair and automatically steps to add some distance between you. Part of your job is anticipating problems and conflicts before they arise, but you’re blind-sided by Steve’s attention. No, can’t be.  If the blood rushing past your ears is this loud, perhaps you heard wrong?

It’s a blur of blue eyes. You’re rattled by his deep timbre, coherency drowned out by fizzy, hoppy, wheat water. The moment Steve’s chest touches yours, and he leans down, thumbing at your temple with a heated palm on your cheek, you have to close your eyes to ground yourself because nothing you’re seeing can be real.

“We’re both adults,” he whispers, the words heavy and dripping down your insides to your core. “We both want the same thing, so we should just—”

“Yes.” You cut him off, crashing your lips to his.

His other hand spreads across your hip and ass.

“Show me how to please you.”

With that, Steve uses your melting gasp as an invitation to claim your mouth.

Steve Rogers really didn’t have anything to worry about. Even without extensive sexual experience, he’s a fast learner. So attentive. You throw him a bone with some advice now and then, a pointer or two, something just to show you remember the deal.

“Most women don’t like ____.”

“Some women prefer ____.”

“Not everyone will do ____.”

Steve takes it all in stride, and he also gets better and better at listening, turning the conversation back to you. Anything he likes in bed, he’s sure to check-in if it’s alright with you. He’ll make someone (or many someones, no judgement) very happy someday.

He takes your cues on giving you space so that he won’t seem clingy to a potential girlfriend. He regularly texts to ask how your day is going or has gone. Best of all, he remains stone-cold professional at work. That makes the most sense for when this arrangement needs a clean break.

Until then, the sex is unbelievable, and it’s so freeing to not worry about keeping yourself lady-like and mysterious over the weeks. You can wake up with your puffy under eyes and tangled hair. You can sit around and read in your baggy pajamas. You don’t have to hide that you do, in fact, function like any other human. You burp, you fart, you poop and pee. Sometimes you just smell. Who cares? You aren’t gross about it, but the amount of time you save not avoiding Steve while your body happens to be a body is a lot. It’s a scary amount of time you would avoid him to appear perfect. Good god, why?

You’re spoiled now. You may never bother with a real relationship again, except you know this will end eventually.

For now, you can eat and drink whatever you want around him. You can say no to things. You can tell him when you dislike something or when you’re bored or want to be alone. You can just be yourself, and it’s awesome. You can say the bad joke and stupid puns that come to mind. You can poke fun at him and laugh at his jabs at you.

It’s awesome. Honestly, get yourself a man to inoculate from womanhood. Easy-peasy, ass, and squeezy.

 His ass? Oh, yeah, because…yeah. Dat ass. It’s worthy of mention and thoroughly distracting.

You’ve even had the gumption to slap it a couple of times. Whatever. He seems to like it. No big deal.

This goes on for a few months. Your time together hasn’t escalated above texting during the week and ‘lessons’ over the weekend. Steve is…well, he’s perfect, really. He won’t need you for much longer, and you’ve made your peace with that, so you’re surprised when Steve comes to your office one Tuesday morning.

“Hey,” he starts with a smile, checking over his shoulder. “Got a minute?” He motions to shut the door.

“Sure,” you shrug, “did I forget someone’s intake today?”

“No. No, nothing like that.” Steve nervously wrings his hands. “Tony’s forcing me to take vacation. He booked this whole resort thing on an island or something.”

“Ok…you probably need it. When was the last time you took time to yourself?”

His scowl suggests that’s exactly what Tony Stark said.

“It’s this weekend.”

You startle at that. “Oh. Well, no problem it’s not like—“

“You want to come?”

Now you’re speechless. Does he think he can’t handle traveling with a significant other? Does he get irritable when away and need practice handling it?

“I know it’s last minute,” he continues, “but I’d love for you to join me. You deserve a break, too.”

You agree, and suddenly realize that you haven’t vacationed in a long time for the same reason: you didn’t want to go alone.

The place is spectacular, and how did you ever doubt when you knew Tony fucking Stark booked it?!

Steve did great on the trip out, stopped at the convenience store when you forgot your motion-sickness meds, was very patient when you couldn’t lift your bag to the overhead by yourself, and walked slower than he probably thinks is humanly possible down the long terminal to the resort shuttle. His average-joe ball cap did nothing to hinder his Greek-god stature, but you both got lucky that no one openly recognized him.

He’s been fun and playful, the perfect mix of caring and care-free. He’ll make a lovely boyfriend to someone, and you’re bubbling with excitement to tell him he’s ready.

“Ready for what?” Steve smiles at you over the dinner table in the fancy, seafood restaurant in the main hotel.

“To graduate,” you chuckle, lifting the glass to toast him.

He lifts his own glass with a confused look. “What exactly am I graduating from?”

You take another sip of champagne in triumph. Eh, so you’ve had a few glasses. Who cares? You made Steve Rogers into perfect boyfriend material, and he’ll be comfortable with himself that way from now on.

“What do I call it,” you muse, “my little School of Sexual Awakening? Ha!” You’re so funny, but you have to do better. Steve doesn’t get the joke yet. “I mean, it’s a good thing, Steve. You’re going to make someone very happy after this.”

His face drops like a stone.

“What,” he deadpans.

“I know. I know you’re probably nervous, but you really are ready. You just gotta bite the bullet and put yourself out there—“

“But…I’m with you.”

“No, like a real relationship, with someone you’re actually interested in.“

He’s silent, so silent the murmuring of other patrons seems to get sucked into the dense void of noise around his intense glare

“I’m sorry,” Steve says in a voice deeper than usual. “What do you think we’ve been doing?”

“Practicing. Getting you ready to get back out there in the modern dating world.”

“We’re…” Steve puts down his glass so carefully that his delicacy might be the thing that breaks it. “We’re not dating?”

You’re starting to think the alcohol has made you less understandable.

“Well, we…you wanted practice. You were feeling uncomfortable around women and worried about trying online dating. You didn’t want to go through a bunch of beginnings of relationships without knowing how to sustain them, right, so we…”

“Started dating because I’m comfortable with you.”

Yeah, but not like that. That’s not funny. He’s not great with the jokes yet, you remind yourself.

“Right, so there was little to no pressure because we’re both adults.”

“—fairly certain that’s still true—” His steel gaze is hardened and unwavering.

“And that since we both wanted...ya know, to feel good and less uncomfortable…then we should just…”

“Date,” he interjects.

“…fuck,” you finish. “Wait. What?”

“I was saying we should date when you kissed me.” Steve adjusts stiffly in the thin dining room chair, and hiss-whispers across the table, "have you been pity fucking me this whole time?!"

Even though you’re brain grinds to a halt, your skin crawls and your insides burn. Your legs start moving without your ok. They’re racing down the stone path to your shared hut so fast that Steve has to jog to keep up, but he has the decency not to speak until you’re both behind the closed door of the bungalow.

“You…you’ve gotten better at flirting with the girl’s in my department.” Talking with your hands doesn’t seem to be helping you process this any faster; it’s just a nice way to burn off some of this terror.

“I talk to other women, yeah.” He looks a lot calmer than you. He’s not shaking and pacing around. “It’s easier to when I can politely say I’m seeing someone. I thought I was taken. I never flirted with anyone other than—well, NOT you, apparently.”

“You’re serious???” 

Steve needs to learn the finer points of a joke if he thinks this is a good one. He starts yelling back anyway.

“Why do you think I am not serious? What makes you think that’s all this was?”

“You wanted practice! You said so.”

“No,” he quits screaming, “I wished I had more practice before finding someone I wanted—” Steve blushes ferociously “—so I wouldn’t feel…unsure about…you know. We are—I mean, I thought we were dating.”

You have to laugh. “Steve, you don’t want to date me.”

“I have been for months.” He’s getting closer.

“No, but I’m…I’m…You can’t…I wouldn’t have…We were having fun. I thought I was…like a stepping stone or something.”

His arms reach out as if to grab your shoulders, but he makes no contact. “We had fun. As a couple. Why would I use you for anything else?!”

“I’m average, Steve. I’m old!”

“I’m a hundred and five.”

You slap his arms away. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Currently, I’m convinced I have never known what you mean.”

“It’s not funny!”

“That we can agree on,” Steve bites back.

“It’s not funny,” you repeat through tears.

“Sweetheart,” Steve tries with sympathetic eyes, “why? Did I not make you feel loved? You thought I didn’t want you? How?!” 

“Because.” It’s the only word that will come out as he takes you in hand and pulls you to his chest. Everything reels around you. It’s not your fault. You were protecting yourself. You were being logical and friendly. You were helping him out. You were genuine but…completely guarded in the most important way.

“So I have a couple of essential questions.” Steve brushes his thumb over that gray patch at your temple. “Any chance you’d like to date me?” He huffs at the whine and frown drawn from you. “I should specify. This would be real dating, where neither of us is flirting with—“

You shove at his chest indignantly. He plants a kiss on your forehead in response. 

“—or dating other people, and we are both actively aware that we are, in fact, dating each other. Do you want that?”

You roll your face deeper into his chest, nodding.

“Ok, and any chance that before having an actual, real-life, both-of-us-knowing-we-are-dating-each-other first date you’d agree to live in this room with me for three days?”

That earns him a real slap to the side, and eventually, several slaps to his glorious tush.

“Just because I behaved like you were every other man I know…”

“It’s cute,” he whispers, “in a slightly insulting way, but it’s cute.”

A long hug follows, one where you both lean in and hold tight. He plants another kiss to your forehead every time you snuggle further.

“Now…” Steve lets the word rumble around in his chest. He knows what that deep sound does to you. You said all women would like that, so he plans to reserve it for only you. “May I prove how much I want you, ma’am?”

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And and and silverfox!Bucky bring silverfox!Steve (or somebody else) on the next night out with his girl's friends. And Reader arrives later after a bad date but it's okay because Bucky's friend is ready to change her world!! 😍😍😍

Just an idea, because you already have so much amazing stories. 🥰🥰🥰

Wine and art night! Don’t forget! — sweet girl

The text laid heavily on your mind even after you had slipped the phone back into your bag and hitched the strap over your shoulder. After the last girls night that Bucky had crashed, your friend and his girlfriend had ecstatically called you in hopes that you’d be interested in meeting his friend.

His best friend since childhood. His best friend who, like Bucky, was a breathtaking Silverfox. Steve Rogers was his name, and like Bucky, he had silver streaks and the benefit of being an older man with charm and charisma.

He was a man, like Bucky, who could have made you weak. And Bucky’s girlfriend, sweet girl as he stated, had the idea that you two would be perfect for each other.

“I’m meeting a friend, actually a group of friends-“ your ticket stub has been ripped off and you were granted access to the wine and art show that another of your friends had decided upon for girls night.

Next girls night was supposed to your choice, if you could make it through tonight.

“His name is Steve, he’s such a sweet guy and I really think you’re going to hit it off.” You recalled her telling you all about this guy, this Silverfox man who was eager to meet you in exchange.

The leagues of bad dates and awkward moments between the boys you had usually seen were getting old and tiring. The string of dates had in turn made you hesitant to go out at all, even with the promise that there were men out there for you.

“Keep calm,” you mumbled to yourself, “if you can corral a bunch of five and six year olds, you can handle this.”

You hesitated to approach your group of friends to give yourself a moment to breathe and gather yourself. You had hung out on the edge of the area and tapped your nails against the body of your bag, while studying the girls and two men.

You knew Bucky right away, you could see him standing near sweet girl being so enveloped in her. His hands were on her, his lips trailed and traced her earlobe while she laughed softly.

And then you saw Steve Rogers, the man sweet girl promised you would be good for. The man who was best friends with Bucky Barnes from childhood, was standing less than ten feet from you.

He looked gorgeous, even from a side view. The soft strands had been slicked back in an effortless coif that drew your attention to his strong jaw and the slope of his nose. You had studied him from where you stood, fixated on the strands of silver that had been woven throughout his beard and his hair, stirred desire and want that you didn’t even realize you’d had.

He was tall and broad, clearly able to overshadow you with his height and his size. You could make out the definition of his thick biceps through the dark green dress shirt he wore that had been tucked into his dress pants. The narrowing of his waist was emphasized by the black belt he had wove through the belt loops of his pants.

He looked suave and put together, immaculately breathtaking as any man could have been. And you were rightfully stunned.

It had only been after a waiter had come to offer you a glass of wine that you had moved. You’d taken the wine glass offered to you and sipped on the sweet white while making your way toward your group ready to introduce yourself.

You were a foot away from them, within touching distance of the group when he had turned and cast his eyes upon you. And as his gaze settled upon you, his blue-green eyes had left you feeling stunned and breathless.

“Y/N,” his husky voice delivered a series of pleasant shivers down your spine, and the way he stepped away from the group to stand before you heightened your heart rate, “its nice to meet you.”

“You’re so tall.” Your thoughts became vocalized, and you blinked slowly when you looked up at him, both mesmerized by his gaze and stunned by his height.

“Tallest boy in all my classes.” His hand settled on your waist and you wondered what he was doing, when you got your answer by a soft nudge as a waiter passed you.

“I’d offer you a drink but you’ve got one.” He had retained his hand on your waist and searched your face while you stood stunned by his attractiveness and his sheer size.

“I’m not the biggest fan of white wine, but its all the waiter had.” You could feel both Bucky and sweet girls eyes on you, as they grew more excited by your connection.

“Time to be honest,” Steve’s soft chuckle made you whimper unwittingly, and he had smiled charmingly to the tune, “I ordered you red cause sweet girl-“

“I like red wine.” You had seemingly no control over your voice, over your ability to keep yourself in check. “Better than white anyway.”

“Why don’t I-” Steve gently took the glass from your hands and reached behind himself to grab the glass of red. “-trade you?”

“I mean…I already drank from it.” You told him after the fact and preened, again, when he laughed softly. “I’m sure that being a kindergarten teacher means you’ve got your cootie shot.”

“Circle, circle…dot, dot…” you spoke quietly, anxious and nervous despite sweet girl appearing as if she was going to burst.

Steve, the gorgeous older man had looked at you as if you were the epitome of sunshine and beauty all wrapped into one. It was a little overwhelming being looked at with such strong attraction and affection room.

You understood how sweet girl felt when Bucky looked at her.

“Steve and-“ sweet girl started to speak, only to be interrupted by Steve.

“-lady bug.” He affirmed the name to you with the soft brush of his fingers down your arm. “Cute as a bug.”

“You think I’m cute?” You inhaled sharply, your heart thrashing wild.

“More than cute but I don’t want to come on too strong.” Steve’s husky laugh rang in your ears and you were delighted by the sound.

“Hey punk,” Bucky leaned over and nudged Steve with his elbow, “now would be a good time to ask her to look around with you.”

“Thanks, Buck.” Steve grimaced slightly. “Do you-“

“Yes.” You answered quick and enthusiastically. “I would like that.”

“Take good care of her.”

“Shut up, Buck.”

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